Qingzhou City, Great Shun Gathering.
At dusk, the crowd bustled, and the streets were brilliantly lit.
Tian Zhiwen stood at the entrance of the grand restaurant, greeting the many young members of martial sects and noble families with a beaming smile, "Today, I'll be your host. Please, come in without hesitation."
The young master of Tianhai Tower, the chief disciple of Baihe Hall, the young masters of the Huang Family...
Though they were the younger generation and didn't have much say in Qingzhou, they were all recognized figures.
Gathering here today, they not only showed regard for Tian Zhiwen's face but subtly revealed the intentions of their own sects and families.
Even though General Chen had already shown restraint in his actions, the collapse of Qingfeng Sect had everyone feeling vaguely uneasy, subconsciously wanting to band closer together.
"Oh!"
