"It's over, it's over, there's no way to explain to the family head now." In a certain courtyard in Chang'an, a middle-aged man's lips curled bitterly; this time, he truly had no way to justify things.
As the sword light shattered over Weiyang Palace, chaos engulfed Chang'an completely. Led by Dong Cheng, Wang Zifu, and others, the Royalist faction charged out of their homes toward the palace, but by now the fire had grown too large to extinguish.
As for the Emperor, he couldn't be found. Three hundred steps outside the main hall of Weiyang Palace, a sword was embedded in the paving stone, bearing a noticeable mark. Even without anyone wielding it, the sword exuded such a sharp aura that ordinary people dared not approach.
This sword was a spiritual weapon akin to Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade and Lyu Bu's Sky Piercer Halberd. It was unclear if the wielder had died, their strong obsession forming a spirit, or if it already possessed a spirit.
