Ji Bo laughed for a long time before he stopped. There were tears at the corners of his eyes. He stood atop the wall and looked around. His failure was just setting in. He felt lost.

Nan Xun kept an eye on him in case he did something drastic and hurt someone, but Ji Bo simply stood there. The thirty-year-old man seemed old beyond his time. His messy grey hair flew in the air. He looked frail in that turquoise robe of his.

He turned around and walked toward the other side of the wall. Nan Xun wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

Ji Bo looked down and saw Northern Qi’s soldiers cleaning up the battlefields. He looked up at the cliff and saw soldiers who hadn’t grappled down standing atop. That was how Northern Qi had broken into the city.

He knew Nan Xun couldn’t have entered simply with the help of Nan Jihan. He’d filled the city with his men. They wouldn’t listen to Nan Jihan’s order....