Chapter 740

Early morning.

Morning mist shrouded Yingyin.

A thin layer of mist also drifted on the moat that had been diverted from the Xun River to surround Yingyin.

As the sun rose, the water surface, sparkling through the mist, rippled slightly, reflecting glimmers of light.

In front of a dilapidated courtyard gate in the north of the city, a young man wearing a dirt-gray curved-hem robe was bending over to tidy up the ruined courtyard.

Once the Yellow Turban rebels entered the city, most of the homes of the common people in the city were destroyed.

It wasn't just the young man's own home; the neighbors around him were all cleaning up their houses and ruined courtyards.

The young man was about twenty years old, and his curved-hem robe had several patches of different colors.

Although it was dilapidated.