The deeps of the Battle Fortress was still engulfed by a rowdy and boisterous crowd, albeit in a completely different atmosphere.
Even though they had managed to secure a huge victory at their first confrontation with the Jin Kingdom, the warriors of the Green Fire World began to notice and comprehend their own losses as the fervor of their first triumph began to subside. The sacrifices of the huge number of Dao Masters swept the entire Battle Fortress into a sorrowful mood.
Jian Wushuang wandered aimlessly along the corridors of the Fortress as he looked around.
He was still strolling with his mind far away when his senses alerted him to two familiar presences. With a whisk of his robes, he leaped towards the auras that he knew.
There were two figures huddling together in a corner.
"First and Third Senior Brothers." Jian Wushuang addressed them.
