Go And Reclaim It

Sunlight shone upon the rivers carving their way through the mountains.
Chongqing looked like a fortress nestled atop the mountains.
The Yangtze River and Jialing River surrounding it were no different from fortress walls.
Galleries, pavilions, and towers rose at angles above the cliffs, interlocking in dozens of layers.
The steep stone stairways were always slick with mud and rain.
It was truly an impregnable fortress.
Now, while the entire Central Plains was in turmoil from war.
Chongqing was strangely quiet.
Chongqing was now no different from a fuse.
No one knew when it would ignite, and the Jeokyang Clan stood at its center.
One of the Seven Powers of...