The sweet fragrance from the sugar painting stall in the street below mixed with the fragments of firecrackers wafted in, yet it couldn't mask the frost that gathered between his brows—this journey to the Capital was a battle invitation sent to him by the turbulent Jianghu.
The wine banners of "Mei Niang Workshop" flapped in the wind, Shi Feiyang lightly tapped his toe on a wine jar, causing the aged wine within to ripple finely.
The branch disciples were inventorying weapons in the cellar. Upon seeing his arrival, they all knelt on one knee.
Shi Feiyang casually grabbed a jar of daughter red wine. The liquid was spicy as it entered his mouth, yet it couldn't dissolve the heaviness in his throat: "Spread the order, turn all the visible bases to covert ones within three days." Then, with Shi Xiong, he flew towards the eight alleys.
