86 A Farce

On the same night, Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan was browsing through the military news in his residence. It was temporarily peaceful. The Empire of Yutang finally had its days of peace as things were rested and calm.

The old marshal felt light-hearted as well.

He even had the mood to order the kitchen to make a few side dishes and drank alone.

However, before he could drink as he raised his goblet with a smile, a long cry tore through the air suddenly as a stern voice bellowed, “You have gone too far!”

A white light then shot down from the sky. A concussive boom cracked the air before all traces were gone. The person had entirely disappeared before anyone from the marshal’s residence could run out. A ball of flame suddenly ignited in one of the side rooms; the fire soared high as thick smoke began to roil upwards.

“Put out the fire!”

“Bring in the water!”