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So long as war ceased, the grass and trees would reclaim the land. Given enough time, it would seem as though nothing had ever happened here.
Within the auxiliary town of Woling Pass, house after house was riddled with scars from war. Whole blocks had been reduced to ashes.
As the Coordinating Army marched through, silence hung heavy. He Yue’s chest tightened at the sights around him. He had never set foot in Panlong Ancient City before, so this was his first true glimpse of war’s cruelty and how little human life was worth.
Once they got past the auxiliary town, they came upon a newly carved stone stele standing in a valley.
This stele marked the burial place of the soldiers who had fallen in the Battle of Woling Pass. He Chunhua ordered offerings to be set out and personally lit an incense stick.
The air grew solemn.
Glancing about, He Lingchuan realized that someone was missing. A thought struck him, and he slipped quietly away.
After walking slightly over half a kilometer and asking around, he finally found Wu Shaoyi beneath a large tree.
He saw Wu Shaoyi sitting cross-legged, both hands formed into a seal, eyes closed, and completely still.
Overhead, the plane tree’s[1] canopy shivered in the autumn wind, scattering yellow leaves like falling coins.
He Lingchuan’s...
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