Days later, the Bozhou Sub-Branch was brightly lit and decorated. The male disciples had married their beloved maidens, and the female disciples had received rich dowries.
Shi Feiyang stood atop the sub-branch, looking at this lively scene, a gleam of comfort flashing in his eyes like glazed glass. At this moment, the setting sun dyed the Bozhou battlefield in blood red, and the Heroic Sakura Association's flags fluttered in the smoke, recounting the unyielding spirit of the Jianghu heroes.
Capital.
Inside the Wenhua Hall, a gilded incense burner in the shape of a beast head exhaled blue smoke, causing the candlelight to flicker unsteadily. The Emperor's fingers struck heavily on the dragon desk.
The battle report delivered by the secret agents was marked all over with vermilion, creating a sight of devastation. The three inked words "Heroic Sakura Association" twisted in the blood-like glow.
