The light snow quietly fluttered down in this distant land, far from the Jin Kingdom, as Song Yan looked at the shattered "Changchun Hall" sign, torn in two, with a smile that was both amused and helpless.
Should you be angry?
Not really.
He had conjured up storms, walked the path between life and death, been the Sect Leader in an Immortal Sect; seen mortal dynasty princes kneel and wipe their shoes with their faces, witnessed an entire sect revere him as if he were their ancestor; could decide life and death with a mere glance, could topple a strong-looking Chu Imperial City like a toy block...
Where does anger come from?
Simply can't feel angry at all.
Toys are easier to destroy than to build, but a mortal imperial city is indeed a wondrous place.
At this moment, the troubles that plague mortals seemed to provide him with a sense of novelty.
