Ri Ding said everything he knew in one breath.
Every sentence that reached his ears seemed to boil down to just four words:
Chaos under Heaven!
"The darkest twenty years in Daqian's history."
Zheng Xiu suddenly recalled a period of history summarized in just a few brief lines in the history books.
It seemed everything was aligning with history.
Zheng Xiu had not been a part of it.
The wheels of history, like a raging tide, turned on their own.
A single spark had ignited flames everywhere, fanning a blaze that threatened to consume Daqian.
But Zheng Xiu knew clearly that two hundred years in the future, Daqian would be at peace, its people living and working happily, and everything would be thriving. This turmoil hadn't damaged Daqian's foundations. Instead, it had allowed the kingdom to be reborn from the ashes.
