บท 218: Chapter 207: The Last Years of the Dynasty

Winter passed and spring came again.

Serpentine Mountain was covered in snow that was on the verge of melting.

Thousands of able-bodied commoners, driven by soldiers, searched each peak for any possible auspicious signs.

Zhu Kang, wearing straw sandals, tread unevenly through the snow, earnestly sweeping around with a wooden stick in search of something.

If he failed to find an auspicious sign to report, he would likely freeze to death on the mountain, and his family line would end.

"The land of my family was taken by Master Sun, and if not this generation, the next one will surely end! Either way, we're headed for extinction, so why suffer this torment? Better to risk it all for once..."

These thoughts were only in his mind, as Zhu Kang glanced at the soldiers at the foot of the mountain and the commoners who were shot dead attempting to escape. He could only curse quietly in his heart.

"Dog Emperor!"

The cold wind howled, his clothes offered little warmth.