"Ye Jing!" "Yufan!" Though he knew it was in vain, he shouted at the broken palace.

"Ye Jing..." "Yufan..." The only answer is the echo that bounces off the wall.

Lin Feng slowly enters Donglan hall and stands in front of the huge floor to ceiling window. The afterglow of the setting sun pulls the shadow of the window lattice together with the old man. Suddenly, Lin Feng has a bleak sadness in his heart.

he walked slowly to the king's throne, stroked the dust on it, and then sat on it heavily.

he leaned back in his chair and watched the sky outside the window darken a little. It's...