Chapter 1297: Winds and clouds arise, banners change, night fire in Chang'an! [1]

Three days later, at dusk.

The twilight poured sunlight, like molten red gold, onto the mottled city walls of Chang'an, which had stood for over two hundred years.

The moat surrounding the city walls shimmered with the dancing light of scattered gold.

Commoners who had been busy in the city all day, not knowing if they had earned enough for a meal, stepped onto the wooden drawbridge. The iron chains cast from raw iron that connected the drawbridge on both sides swayed slightly.

An old man with a hunched figure carried a shoulder pole, with unsold firewood at both ends. His turbid eyes reflected the cruel twilight of the secular world, and the holes in his tattered clothes revealed a withered body like dry bones.

The old man's steps were unsteady; he accidentally stepped on a protruding bronze nail on the drawbridge, and his body quickly toppled toward the moat.

The crowd nearby who saw this scene immediately let out an exclamation.

Just at this moment, a large hand firmly grabbed the old man's wrist.

And without the slightest effort, it pulled up the old man—whose body was about to fall into the moat—along with the shoulder pole tied with two bundles of firewood.

Duan Yu, eight feet tall, was wrapped in a black robe, with a long sword hanging at his waist.

"Old man, be careful." Duan Yu settled the old man he had pulled up onto the drawbridge. ===== CHAPTER 1299 =====