The north wind blew, and in one night everything withered away, as if all matters had sunk into silence.
The axe, having been weakened to the point of inability to strike a blow, meant that Jiangshan Ju was no more. Although a new round of successors at the Red Wall entered a tense phase of struggle for power, Tang Ye had no interest in getting involved and felt like there was nothing left for him to do. Lin Yourong beside him slept sweetly, her sleeping gown half undone, revealing her fair skin in front of her chest, such a beautiful scene.
It seemed like a rather good ending. However, the war had only just begun.
