Nightfall

The Specter Of The Academy

The iron bow was right in front of Ning Que, and the mess all around the human world had already tightened the string. Just like what happened in the Wilderness, conflicts were everywhere and the battle could happen at any time. No one knew when the world would be destroyed.

A Da was a devout follower chosen by Sangsang and the most outstanding young power of Golden Tribe Royal Court, so he could sense the gaze of Ning Que who was standing on the city wall of Chang’an thousands of miles away. Hengmu Liren shared his experience, but he couldn’t sense Ning Que’s gaze, for Ning Que was not looking at him at this moment or for there was too much attention on him right now.

The sacred sedan was moving slowly on the street of Yangzhou City, with sacred music playing. The people of Qinghe Prefecture kneeled down on both sides of the street and looked at the sacred sedan ardently and humbly, for they were either pious or frightened. Hengmu was happy to see this.

Seeing the seven masters from the noble clans of Qinghe Prefecture behind the curtain and thinking about the conversation he had with them before, Hengmu couldn’t help but smile grimly and thought that these ants were not worth worrying about.

No matter what you are thinking, there is no need to continue thinking, because the Divine Halls will help you think. What you need to do is to carry out the will of Haotian.

This was the only thing that Hengmu Liren had said to the seven masters previously, and he waved these people away like they were ants. Then he walked towards the outside of Yangzhou City under the guards of dozens of divine priests and more papal cavalrymen of the West-Hill.

He led the mighty navy of South Jin and the powerful papal cavalrymen of the West-Hill to Qinghe Prefecture which was soon re-stabilized under his undisguised contempt and killing intent. Due to the manhunt of the deacons of the Divine Halls, those young people who were hidden in the dark and prepared to cooperate with the Tang people had either died or fled away.

At this point, his sacred sedan left Yangzhou City and headed for the north. Chang’an was in that direction.

Chong Ming was also looking at Chang’an, but from a different direction. Chang’an was in the west of Chengjing City, which was the direction that the sun went down.

He was no longer the Prince Chong Ming who had been a hostage in Chang’an for ten years, but the emperor of the Yan Kingdom. But his feelings for the city didn’t change a bit. No nostalgia, no regrets, but only incomparable disgust and fear.

The Palace of the Yan Kingdom, which was destroyed by the army of Great Tang several years ago, was being rebuilt, and the budget came from war reparations paid by the Great Tang. At this point, the capital of Yan Kingdom was thriving, and all people, from officials to normal citizens, were all extremely proud.

But he was still afraid. After living in Chang’an for so many years, Chong Ming knew clearly how powerful the Great Tang was and also that the Tang people never forgot their hatred. Besides, he knew what Li Yu was thinking.

He knew more clearly that Yan Kingdom wouldn’t stand a chance of warding off the cavalry of Great Tang if the Tang could ever catch a breath. The newly rebuilt palace behind him would fall into ruins in a short time, and Li Yu would definitely seek her revenge.

Three years ago, the Tang re-established the Northeast Battlefront Army and still placed the General’s Mansion in Tuyang City. Everything seemed to be the same as the past, but Chong Ming knew that the only mission of the new Northeast Battlefront Army was to destroy the Yan Kingdom.

Chong Ming never dreamed that he could stand up to the army of Great Tang relying on the weak strength of his own country, but pinning all of his hopes on the Divine Halls of West-Hill and his brother.