"I hold my head high before the heavens, and bow without shame to the earth, who are you to judge?"
The flying dust swept like ocean waves in all directions, engulfing the surrounding kneeling populace. The voice of Dongfang Xinglan still echoed in their ears, yet they couldn't quite react for the moment.
King Qin… actually destroyed the Divine Temple with his own hands?
She actually…
"Those who help themselves, heaven will help them!" Dongfang Xinglan sheathed her sword, turned, and strode toward the north city gate: "All soldiers heed my command, follow me against the flood, defend against enemies!"
Led by Hong Ying, Qin King's personal guard immediately followed suit, their steps unwavering.
On the city walls, Lu Jin'an looked at the silent city, slowly pulled out the Xiu Chun Dao from his waist.
Dongfang Xinglan's reforms had begun early, causing dissatisfaction among most aristocratic families, but others could be said to be beneficiaries.
