Talisman, Tree, Bridge And The Person Attached To The Top

Situ Yilan heaved a sigh in his heart as she bid goodbye to him. She held her riding horse and headed down the meadow. 

The war of the Seven Strongholds had ended, and the battlefield clean-up was almost completed. Now she had to lead the cavalry to go deep into the grassland, following the footsteps of Xu Chi to launch their last attack on the Golden Tribe. 

The war had ended but the act of slaughtering had just begun. 

She hoped that the world would not give Ning Que a second chance, however she had no choice but to continue killing people. 

Holding the riding horse while walking to the bottom of the meadow, she could not help herself from turning over her shoulder. She could only see the rising of the morning sun, and Ning Que was standing in the sun, his body was beaming with golden rays that made him look rather holy.