The time quickly shifted to the deep autumn of mid-September.
The desolate autumn winds and frost on the grass leaves all indicated that the characteristic cold winter of the Little Ice Age was just around the corner.
Thump! Thump! Thump!...
The rousing sounds of war drums echoed repeatedly over Peace City.
Not far from the city, the vast and misty waters of Bijia Lake, a part of the Huai River system, stretched out.
To the south of the lake was Peace City, occupied by a horde of Demons and Ghosts; to the north lay Jinhu County, where the Post-Yan Army was stationed.
At this moment, patches of celebratory clouds formed a continuous expanse in the northern sky, with more than a dozen Green Seal Sages sitting cross-legged upon the clouds.
Merit Golden Wheels radiated bright light from behind everyone's heads, divine melodies resounded, and an aura of immortality lingered faintly.
