The fire had burned for ten days, turning all the citizens of the city into charred corpses.
Gu Wen's eyes slightly widened in shock; even he couldn't remain composed in the face of such a scene.
"Damned Emperor!"
His voice carried a tinge of anger.
The word "Dao" was rooted in his heart, with its deepest logic being nothing but empathy. Although he was no saint, he once lived in a civilized society, and his capacity for sympathy was much greater than those living in turbulent times.
At least Gu Wen always reminded himself that one might not do good, but should never commit evil.
Even at the Dragon Bridge, he conducted business only with the wealthy and never engaged in hoarding and profiteering during famine years.
The place where he had lived for years had turned into a sea of fire; most likely the boatmen and apprentices under his command couldn't have survived.
