At dusk, the setting sun dipped low, and a light rain began to fall.
Thin as cow hair, the rain threads sprinkled down upon the earth, making everything damp and sticky.
Along the road, where the nudges of green grass and wildflowers peeked through the crevices of the blue stones, their heads emerged resiliently, only to be stepped on by the disheartened cultivators, instantly crushed into mud, ground into dust, and turned into a wet green paste sticking on the ground.
The disheveled flowers and the drizzle were as gloomy and wasted as the mood of the numerous cultivators at that moment.
For the cultivator Gui Erchun, today was a day beyond words.
He had lost.
He was utterly defeated.
This year's Great Qin Legal Assembly was extraordinarily brilliant.
Most notably were the battles of Lord Tan Lang from the Self-Contained Heaven against Ye Qingxue and Xue Lingzi from the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect against Que Yunzi from the Dao Sect.
