Chapter 99: Battle Qi
Author: Remom
last update2026-01-25 10:01:15

The sun drifted slowly toward the western horizon, lingering as if it were reluctant to disappear. Its light softened as it fell, spreading warmth across the land in fading waves.

Above the palace, the sky burned.

Crimson clouds stretched endlessly, glowing like liquid fire poured across the heavens. They shifted constantly, reshaping themselves in slow, restless motions. One moment they looked like rolling flames, the next like torn banners caught in a silent wind. The light they cast stained the world below in deep reds and muted gold, giving the evening a weight that felt solemn and heavy, almost sacred.

Anyone seeing such a sky would expect something magnificent beneath it.

And yet, hidden behind the tall, dignified walls of the imperial palace, there was a courtyard so ordinary that it almost felt wrong.

It was clean.

Quiet.

Unremarkable.

Yes, it was larger than the courtyards of common homes, but size alone was its only distinction. There were no elaborate fountains carved from
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