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Lin Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, the ripples spreading silently into everyone's hearts.

"I've taken your Lord Ye home."

He stood in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows against the backdrop of the sky.

The morning and afternoon sunlight, like molten gold, streamed in through the entire glass window, bathing him in a warm golden halo.

The little girl nestled on his shoulder, her tiny hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

The child's swollen eyes were half-closed, and long, wet eyelashes still held tears that were about to fall.

Behind them stretched the boundless blue sea.

The waves lazily licked the white sand, and the slender leaves of the coconut trees swayed in the warm breeze, casting dappled, shimmering shadows.

The scene was so beautiful, it felt like an unreal dream.

This was also the last scene the people of the Great Flame Kingdom witnessed.

After speaking, the figures of Immortal Lin Ye and the First Princess faded away along with the "Immortal Abode" scene on the sky, eventually disappearing without a trace.

The people stared blankly at the sky, which had returned to its gloomy and dark state. The leaden clouds seemed even lower than before, pressing heavily overhead and making it hard to breathe.

After a long while, someone finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Back...back to heaven..." In the crowd of Qingfeng Mountain, a young man raised his rough hand and vigorously wiped his face.

My hand was covered in a shiny patch, and I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.

A middle-aged woman next to her covered her mouth with her sleeve, and suppressed sobs leaked out from between her fingers.

"Lord Ye... has been taken back to heaven by Immortal Lin... Good, good... at least he won't have to suffer in this filthy place anymore..."

She murmured, tears streaming down her deeply lined cheeks.

These words drew a subdued murmur from those around them.

The sadness was real, but beneath it, there was also a sense of almost numb relief.

A man as good as Lord Ye deserves to go to heaven and enjoy happiness.

Just then—

"Rumble..."

A muffled thunderous sound could be faintly heard in the distance, and the earth seemed to tremble.

"It's the sound of horses' hooves!" A young man with sharp hearing jumped up suddenly, his face drained of color.

"It must be that bastard emperor's reinforcements! Everyone run, or we'll get caught!"

A man with some martial arts skills immediately shouted loudly, then led the crowd to scatter and flee along the paths they had come up from.

They were refugees from the surrounding area. In their search for food, they had long since thoroughly explored Qingfeng Mountain. Going down the small path, they would definitely not run into the soldiers who were coming.

In a short while, the hundred or so people disappeared into the depths of the forest along several hidden paths, like water droplets seeping into the sand, leaving behind only a mess and the unconscious king and his ministers.

They left decisively, even with a hint of relief.

They were homeless, jobless, and unregistered.

These words, in ordinary times, represent humility and a reason to be trampled underfoot.

But at this moment, it has become their best talisman.

This is one of the main reasons why they were able to rush to save Immortal Lin and Lord Ye without hesitation.

—Those who have nothing are not afraid of losing anything.

Even if Shu Jingwei wants to settle scores later.

In this vast sea of ​​people, where can we find these faceless weeds?

However, the common people in the capital were not so "lucky".

After the sky disappeared and the brief sadness and reflection caused by Lord Ye's departure subsided, the curtain of sky vanished.

Fear, like an icy tide, belatedly seeped into everyone's heart, chilling them to the bone.

"Lord Ye has rested in peace... but what about us?"

Whispers spread throughout the capital city in the dead silence, their voices filled with panic.

"We...we saw it all!"

An old man selling wontons huddled behind his stall, his hands trembling so badly they shook like leaves in a sieve. He could barely hold the bowls, and they clattered against the stove with a soft, unsettling sound.

"It was crystal clear! That emperor... was beaten like a dead dog by Immortal Lin!"

His wife quickly covered his mouth, her hand trembling, her wrinkled face filled with terror: "Are you crazy! Keep your voice down!"

"If she wakes up... will she spare us?"

The old man pried her hands away, his eyes red-rimmed. Although he lowered his voice, the mix of fear and anger made each word seem to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Can you spare everyone in the city who saw her make a fool of herself?"

A middle-aged man slumped on his doorstep, his eyes vacant.

"Before... before, we only discussed the Sky Curtain in private, and those who were arrested, have you ever seen them come back? They're either dead in the middle of the street, or still suffering in jail..."

His voice was dry and rough, as if it had been sanded with sandpaper, carrying a weariness and despair as if all the edges had been worn away.

"This time, we've truly witnessed a colossal joke. How many people's blood will she need to vent her anger...?"

These words instantly intensified the fear of those around them.

Yes.

It was just discussion before, and it ended up like that.

Now, everyone has witnessed her most wretched, most pathetic, and most humiliating moment.

Given Shu Jingwei's personality, how could she possibly let this go without getting her revenge?

Those of them, who were in the capital, were among the first to be operated on...

"Wait...wait for that person to return to the palace..." A woman hugged her child tightly, her body trembling violently.

"This capital city... is probably going to become a living hell. Since she can't find the immortals, she can only take her anger out on us commoners, right?"

"Run!" a young man suddenly shouted from the corner, his voice hoarse, his eyes bloodshot. "We can't stay in the city and wait to die!"

The people around looked at each other in bewilderment.

A glimmer of light flashed in someone's eyes, only to dim again.

A middle-aged man shook his head bitterly: "Run? Where to run? Under the whole world..."

"I can't worry about that anymore!" The young man's tone became urgent, his voice rising unconsciously, then he seemed to realize something and suddenly suppressed it, turning it into a rapid, breathy sound.

"Let's hurry while most of the troops in the capital are at Qingfeng Mountain! If we don't leave now, and those troops return and guard the city gates—then we'll really be trapped!"

Yes, now!

This thought, like wildfire, instantly ignited countless hearts gripped by fear.

Many people have already turned around and started running back to their homes.

The entire capital city is now like an anthill that has been poked open; the surface remains calm, but underneath everything is in chaos.

In the western market of the capital, the fifty-nine soldiers were gathered in an abandoned warehouse.

They took off their conspicuous armor and put on the coarse cloth clothes of ordinary people, their faces still showing the shock of surviving a disaster.

But everyone's eyes were clearer than ever before, with a fire burning in them.

"Brothers, have you all thought this through?" The leader looked around at everyone, his voice hoarse.

"Staying here means certain death. That damned emperor will never let us 'traitors' go. Even our families will be implicated!"

"I've thought it through! Leader, let's leave together and head to the North!"

"Yes! That damned court, that damned emperor, I'm not serving them anymore!"

Everyone echoed their agreement.

"Okay!" The team leader nodded emphatically.

"Then let's do as we agreed before. While the capital is currently undefended, let's take our families and leave the city immediately, heading north to seek refuge with General Wang Meng!"

"Only by reaching the Northern Border will we have a chance to survive, and only then will we possibly... have the opportunity to do something for Lord Ye!"