In an area spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, dozens of ruined sites bore testament to the massacres orchestrated by the Divine Clan. Among them lay an Ancient City…
Zhang Heng, from the younger generation of the Zhang Family, had once valiantly resisted here. However, the gap in strength was simply too great, and he ultimately met a tragic end.
When Zhang Ziyu returned from his travels and inadvertently passed by this place, atop the ruins stood an ethereal woman. Her figure was tall and slender, her skin fair, and her long dress fluttered in the gentle breeze, making her seem utterly out of place amidst the desolation.
She was not from the Zhang Family, however—just a woman from a minor sect, named Han Li.
"What are you doing here?" Zhang Ziyu's voice came from behind her.
Turning reflexively, Han Li smiled faintly. "I came to see him."
Him!
Zhang Heng!
Zhang Ziyu felt a jolt in his heart, a sudden tightness in his chest.
