Everyone has been waiting for this day for so long that it seems to have become the only belief in this life.
Go home, or take revenge.
Murong Chong raised his head and looked at the city wall in the distance, thousands of miles of desolation, and the flames of war. Who would have thought that this would be the prosperous Chang'an City back then.
The thin lips were pursed tightly, and those two words seemed to use up all the energy in this life.
That year, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. The young man was imprisoned in this prosperous prison and struggled hard.
Today, the boy who was full of hatred turned into Shura and returned.
The prosperous city of Chang'an now has dilapidated buildings and rotting corpses everywhere. The corners of Murong Chong's mouth curled up into a smile, and the cinnabar moles at the corners of his eyes were cold and bloodthirsty.
In 385 AD, Murong Chong established Afang as his capital. In May of the same year, he took charge of Chang'an.
Murong Chong loved the prosperity of Chang'an City. When the prosperity dissipated and turned into endless corpses, and the shame and hatred accumulated for countless days dissipated, he suddenly felt empty. Those who have loved and hated will eventually disappear in this vast and chaotic world.
Living in troubled times, life is like duckweed.
Purpose: About responsibility, love and hate