Cheng Luo walked forward step by step, watching the laughing people, and couldn’t help but smile.
King Che must be a great wise ruler, as under his governance, the people live so peacefully and happily.
Is she dreaming?
A dream of returning to the Imperial City a thousand years ago.
At this moment, she saw a familiar figure.
Tianmiao?!
Tianmiao was standing in front of a small kebab stall, talking to the vendor. The vendor smiled and handed Tianmiao a handful of skewers. Tianmiao then stood by the roadside, eating with relish.
What kind of dream is this?
Cheng Luo couldn’t help but laugh. She dreamt of the Imperial City from more than a thousand years ago, and now, she even dreamt of Tianmiao buying food by the roadside. Was Tianmiao such a foodie in her mind?
The next moment, Tianmiao turned around, seemingly seeing Cheng Luo, and waved at her.
Cheng Luo happily ran over.
"Want some?" Tianmiao asked.
Just as Cheng Luo was about to answer, she felt something soft bump into her calf.
She looked down and saw a little girl in a dress had fallen at her feet. The little girl must have just learned to walk; she sat on the ground for a while without getting up.
Cheng Luo smiled and quickly crouched down to help the child up.
The little girl smiled at Cheng Luo, then toddled forward two steps, suddenly remembering something, she turned around and handed a small wooden puppet toy to Cheng Luo.
"Ah, this is a precious toy of yours, no need to give it to me." Cheng Luo hurriedly said.
"This child likes you, accept it." Tianmiao said with a smile beside her.
Cheng Luo held the toy and looked up to talk to Tianmiao but found that Tianmiao was no longer there.
"Is the new State Preceptor going to marry the king?"
"But, the king didn’t agree."
"What about the old State Preceptor? Why was there no succession ceremony?"
"What on earth happened?"
Cheng Luo stood at the roadside, listening to the people’s discussions.
At this moment, she remembered the stories Tianmiao had told her.
Cheng Luo walked forward step by step, looking at this prosperous ancient capital, longing in her heart, yet for some reason, there was also an inexplicable sense of belonging. It was as if she originally belonged here.
Here, it felt like her hometown.
In her blood, a distant homeland.
At this moment, the previously clear sky suddenly turned dark. A vast expanse of yellow sand rolled in, swiftly swallowing up the buildings and people ahead.
The people in the street began frantically fleeing for their lives, but they could not outrun the approaching storm.
"The storm is coming!"
"Oh my God! Run, run!"
"It’s a curse!"
"Why is there such a curse?"
"The curse of Iria!"
"Who will save us?"
"Where is the State Preceptor? The State Preceptor who has always protected us?"
"Where is our king? King, save your subjects..."
Desperate cries of fear resounded, but they were gradually drowned out by the relentless sandstorm.
Cheng Luo watched the terrified faces of the people rushing toward her, her heart wrenched with pain, and she shouted loudly, "Run, run."
But everyone passed right through Cheng Luo’s body.
The little girl who had just learned to walk and had given Cheng Luo the toy was also being carried by her mother in the frantic crowd.
Cheng Luo reached out to try to hold the little girl to relieve the burden for the mother, but the next moment, the yellow sand was already upon them, and the two were engulfed.
And the rolling sandstorm swept through Cheng Luo, continuing to madly devour the crowd.