Qian River.
The river waves roared.
Chen Yang walked alone by the riverbank, his expression exceedingly calm as he gazed at the furious rolling river waves with equanimity and calm.
As if the events that just unfolded in the city hadn't troubled him in the slightest.
A sip of liquor.
Burning lips, warming the heart, awakening clarity.
Chen Shuai and Mu Tianrui silently approached Chen Yang, keeping a two-meter distance, hanging behind without speaking, though a touch of awe inevitably showed in their eyes as they gazed at Chen Yang's back.
Life and death are taken lightly, if one disagrees, contend!
In this martial world, one seeks only the clarity of thought.
Though the martial world is vast.
How many such steadfast and noble men are there?
Proudly view the crowd, peerless in the world.
I am a hero of this world, the compassion of women cannot be taken!
"Where will you all be celebrating this year?" Chen Yang suddenly asked.
