A severe drought had struck the land.
Yangzhou City.
Fang Yuan and his companions arrived at a large lake within the territory of Yangzhou City to observe the drought situation.
"I didn't expect this drought to dry up even the lake..."
Looking at the bed of the dried-up Chengde Lake, covered with countless white bones, everyone shook their heads.
Such a severe drought was a once-in-a-century event.
And now, with such a serious drought, it undoubtedly threatened the rule of the Zhao Dynasty.
Even if Fang Yuan didn't rise up, there would be refugees who did.
"It is said that half of the thirteen provinces in the world are experiencing drought, and the situation is not optimistic," a monk spoke at this moment.
"At this time, when the immortal rises up, responding to the timing of the heavens and the aspirations of the people, it can be said that he has the advantage of timing, location, and people. Once he rises up, he will surely be unstoppable."