"Eh? Why is there only one third left?" Mi Lan asked, looking at the copy of the Linhai City Chronicle in his hand with some surprise. He saw that the originally thick book had its first third and final third torn out, leaving only the middle third.
Yan Ping shook his head. "I don't know either. According to that city lord, when he took office, there was only this one third."
"Linhai City borders the southeast waters of Dongping Prefecture, shaped like a sleeping dragon drinking from the waves... The city walls are cast from sunken iron mixed with mountain ash, established in the 294,100th year of the Tianwu Era, and eroded by wind and waves, the wall surface is covered with dragon-claw-like erosion marks... Fifty miles south of the city lies the Wave-Breaking Cliff, a thousand-fathoms sheer precipice plunging straight into the abyss. On every night of the dark moon, the sound of metal clashing faintly echoes from the bottom of the cliff... It governs fourteen towns and one hundred and twenty-one villages, which are..."
Chapter 552