Autumn's Farewell to the Flourishing City

The autumn cold bites, and there's no going back. Parting from the people of the west, we will never meet again.

Though the splendor has faded, the lonely city remains. To the east of the city, fallen leaves need no one.

As the sun set over Fancheng, Ji Liao stood outside Nianxiu Temple, beyond the city's eastern gate, and carved this poem with his sword into the shadow wall at the gate. He looked back at Fancheng once more. A lone leaf drifted down in the wind and landed on his cheek. He felt the wind, and felt even more that he was just like the fallen leaf before him. At that moment, countless dark figures emerged from the maple woods.

“Here already?” Ji Liao stepped forward, sword raised.

“Enough talk. Prepare to die!” the Longben Guards shouted, and then countless arrowheads came flying...