C2108 The River of Swords Was in Full Force

Outside Chang'an, tens of thousands of refugees trudged under the dim sky.

Purple Gold Daoist wore a gray robe and had a pale face. He looked extremely refined, but his eyes were filled with pity and traces of killing intent.

The people of the past were all mortals, weak and fragile. They staggered into Chang'an City with deep sadness on their faces. They had finally arrived at a safe place