"Gu Yue Clan…." Xiong Li stood at the mountainside and gazed at the distant Gu Yue village; a complicated expression on his face.
Cool autumn wind was breezing gently.
The color of autumn dyed the mountain.
Tree leaves were a mix of yellow and red, with wild fruits growing all over the place. Only the Qing Mao bamboo remained green and erect.
"Not long ago, Gu Yue Clan was like these Qing Mao bamboo, evergreen all the year, the overlord of Qing Mao mountain. Now, they are actually falling behind," Xiong Li's lips curved with a cold mocking smile.
But quickly, he thought of the Bai village and the curve of his lips smoothed out; his mood turned serious.
Bai village's uprising had already broken the old balance of Qing Mao mountain. The traditional hedgemon, the Gu Yue clan had weakened; Xiong village's operations were not running properly; all these were pushing the situation in the Qing Mao mountain towards an upheaval.
