The stench of blood and desiccated corpses filled the air, making the place look like a mass grave. If it truly were a mass grave, it would be the most extravagant one in existence. After all, this was the magnificent Imperial City, so beautifully decorated, yet it had been turned into a boneyard.
As they advanced, they scattered flames to burn the desiccated corpses in their path, hoping to help these poor souls finally rest in peace. Once turned to ash and scattered by the wind, they would have found their final rest.
Upon entering the Imperial City, they found it completely deserted. There wasn't a single person in sight; it was as if it had become a ghost town. They had expected to see some guards or powerful experts on patrol, but it now seemed no one was left.
Perhaps Xu Qianlong had been too tyrannical. Who would dare remain? If they stayed, they might be sucked dry by him one day without ever knowing why.
