A gentle breeze blew across the desolate hills.
He Ao stood at the top of the mountain, lowered his head, and gazed at the scene below.
Two broad rivers, one west and one north, flowed from between the mountains, nourishing the fertile, trumpet-shaped land.
This land extended eastward, transforming into an endless plain.
And at the center of this trumpet shape, where the two rivers came close, a magnificent city stood there.
The two rivers flowed into the west side and north side of the city, replenishing the water of the moat, and then flowed out from the east side.
The enormous city, propped against the mountains and by the water, stood on this fertile land, but at this moment, it had transformed into absolute silence.
From the surroundings of the city, one could vaguely see collapsed houses and fields overtaken by wild grass and trees, and between these fields were wide and hard 'roads' cutting through the weeds and trees.
