She had been standing here, quietly, for more than half a year.
The distant view from atop the high mountain was like that of a God, holy and elegant.
Beyond her gaze lay a prosperous land, stretching for several hundred thousand miles, with dense ancient cities and an enormous population. The powers, large and small, numbered at least three to five thousand.
Among them was an Ancient Family, the masters of this region: the Zhang Family.
The Zhang Family controlled this area, thriving from generation to generation, endlessly.
They seemed to be different from others, not competing or fighting, only seeking peace.
Therefore, the people living in this region worked and lived in peace, enjoying prosperity. The same was true for all the powers, including the nations within it.
In the eyes of many, this was a land of dreams, an ideal realm.
But no one knew what lay behind the prosperity and peace.
It was slaughter.
