The setting sun was like blood, the raging flames of Dazaifu were transforming into thick smoke and ash.
Yang Ge, Yang Tiansheng, Li Jincheng, Xiang Wudi, Zhou Fu, five people stood side by side on a high ground of Dazaifu, overlooking the servant army of Dongying pirates, who were laughing and shouting wildly as they turned building after building into a scene of fire, speechless for a long time.
"This is as far as you go!"
Yang Ge suddenly spoke, a faint smile on his face, he softly said, "The most prominent lords of the Western Sea Road have been taken down by us, the remaining minor village heads are not worth mentioning. If it's revenge, fortune, or even staking a claim that you seek, this place suffices, but the rest of the road should be walked by Zhou Fu and others with me."
Yang Tiansheng glared at him irritably, "Zhou and others can go, why can't we three brothers go?"
