On each of the pavilion's pillars was written: "As dusk settles, no returning birds, within Pine Wave Pavilion one listens to the pines."
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
Sounds of wind blowing through the pine forest entered the ears clearly; the white clothes on the man in the pavilion were stained with mud and blood, and more and more people gathered around, yet his face showed no fear, as he continued to pour and drink by himself.
"Xiang Wentian, today is the day you die!"
"Attack!"
"Taking this traitor's head will be a great achievement!"
Someone bellowed.
Then, over a dozen people charged across the six bridges, and after a clashing of arms in the pavilion, Xiang Wentian's clothes bore even deeper bloodstains.
But the blood wasn't his.
"Thud, thud, thud~!"
The number of corpses in the pond increased.
