After a night, all returned to silence.
The rising sun illuminated the earth, and the citizens, exhausted and asleep on the grassland, slowly opened their eyes.
The distant East Xingbiao City had turned into ruins, a thriving scene a month ago, now left with nothing but shattered walls and debris.
From the city center to the port, a long and wide trench stretched like a shocking scar.
On the calm sea, a large number of ships floated on the water while broken wood pieces drifted around with the waves.
The tragic sight before them stated one fact, last night was not a dream.
Qian Cangyi hadn't slept, not because of insomnia, but because of worries that the followers of Hezerak might launch a sneak attack.
Even though Arthur had been killed by him, it didn't mean that East Xingbiao City only had Arthur as a follower.
From last night's situation, Arthur wanting to handle everything alone was too idealistic. In other words, Arthur definitely had accomplices.
