Descending from the clouds, Pei Yan strolled across the battlefield. The White Deer Institute had long lost its ancient elegance from a millennium-old academy. The crumbling city walls were engulfed in flames, and the buildings continued to collapse amidst the blaze, revealing countless incomplete corpses. At least seventy percent of the responsibility for this tragic scene before him lay with Pei Yan, yet he felt no guilt as he leisurely wandered through the ruins, searching for his desired spoils of war.
