"Okay."
Li Ang committed this to heart, took a deep breath, concentrated intently, and sensed Mo Si.
In Chang'an City, flies parasitized by Mo Si rose against the continuous fierce fires on the rooftops, climbing high into the sky to look down.
The flies recorded every horror in Chang'an City: where the fire was fiercest, where the disaster was worst, and where casualties were most severe.
Li Ang took another deep breath and grasped both ends of the hourglass.
***
In Banzheng Square, Yuan Sou's Longsword rested on the neck of Qi Ji, the Deputy Commander of the Garrison. With a strong pull, Qi Ji's head fell to the ground in a spray of blood, his eyes wide open in death.
"PHEW,"
Yuan Sou kicked Qi Ji's corpse away and wiped the remaining blood from his Sword using the corner of his brocade robe.
The courtyard was filled with corpses, blood pooling like shallow shores.
Those who remained at the Garrison were indeed beyond reproach in their loyalty to Yu Country.
