The fine rains of late spring were erratic, while the lush green grass thrived abundantly. The patrolling Samurai walked through the green grass in straw sandals, and even the military camp outside Tree Snake City suddenly had a touch of spring.
"The situation in the Capital City... the authoritarian King... and my wife and son. Once the two cities fall, I shall return to the Capital City once!..."
Xiulote looked up at the sky, holding a roll of white family letter in his hand. The writing in the letter was neat and slightly slanted, with meticulous drawings interspersed. The letter had just arrived, stirring a ripple in his cold heart. He raised a gentle smile, held the letter, and stepped out of the tent. Then, the King climbed several meters up the watchtower, gazing at the western wilderness and green hills. Beyond those mountains, hundreds of miles away, lay the long-missed Lake Capital City.
