Chapter 912: Never a Day of Peace
For many in this world, the years were both brief and slow; every passing moment was a lifetime.
People lived through the years preparing for everything that lay ahead—scraping by for a few pieces of Broken Silver and securing their meals for the next day.
Although this was a chaotic era, the various princes and the Imperial Court maintained a delicate balance for the time being. On the surface, no one made a move, but in the shadows, they fought endlessly.
At least in the eyes of the commoners and the rest of the world, war would not break out anytime soon, preventing unnecessary panic.
However, such a balance could not last long.
The Fiend Blood Path.
It was a territory where people of the jianghu congregated.
This place had everything: the Black Market hidden in the damp darkness, filthy and sickening trades, and street killings sparked by the most trivial slights. People died here every single day.
The world was in chaos, and martial artists roamed the lands. Many found shelter within a Prince's Manor or the Imperial Court, but the vast majority wanted nothing to do with the conflict. It was a deadly affair. In this world, both victors and losers suffered, and the so-called promise of following the dragon to found a dynasty always became a scam in the end.