On the banks of the Xijiang, Jiujiang City stood tall and majestic.
While Li Feng was enjoying romantic bliss in Guanshan City, Jiujiang City, far to the west of the Xijiang, was anything but peaceful, carrying a desolate air in the autumn wind.
Ever since the burning of the sedan chair that day, it was as if the spirit of the city had been burned away as well, leaving many of the garrison soldiers dispirited and harboring little hope for the future.
Chapter 173