In the eighth lunar month, the Golden Tang Gate once again advanced southward, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake as it slaughtered the people of Lixia Prefecture. Homes were razed, families perished, and the city streets were littered with bones. There was no one to mourn the dead. Desolate roads lay empty, and the air was foul with the stench of decay, bearing witness to the annihilation of countless families within the city walls.1

Li Jingtian wrote all of this down in great detail, capturing the tragedy of millions in a short paragraph. Dipping her brush into the ink again, she continued writing.4

The young master's wife and child were not spared from the purge. With eyes blazing with rage, he rode the wind eastward, spotting members of the Golden Tang Gate from afar, he swiftly shot one of them...0