"Jun Wu... Your father has returned."
Leaning against the city gate tower, Xu Yuan cradled the cold corpse of Li Junwu in his arms, his gaze calm as he looked toward the distant horizon, speaking the first words to her after her passing.
The flesh of an Integration Body Cultivator can remain uncorrupted for decades; she still appeared as she had in life, but would never respond again.
At dawn, the break of day split the world into two, as the line drawn by the rising sun across the earth divided the east and the west—half in light, half in shadow.
In the horizon still shrouded in darkness, a plume of dust emerged—vast and imposing, yet slow and belated.
The earth trembled, and within the rising sand, the faint silhouettes of thousands of armored cavalry could be seen.
The Desert Wolf Demon Cavalry had arrived.
They reached the Prefecture City on the fourth day's dawn.
