Ten miles east of Dragon Carp Lake, there was a county town named East Zhao with a population exceeding one hundred thousand, over half of whom had the surname Zhao.
This county town had a history of nearly three hundred years and was the main settlement for the secular relatives of the Zhao family from Dragon Carp Lake.
Recently, the atmosphere in East Zhao City had become unusually oppressive, as if the sky were about to collapse. The faces of the Zhao clan members were all somber, their hearts filled with anxiety and unease.
A month ago, Unity Hall had suddenly transmitted a message, stating that the Purple Sun Sect would reclaim Dragon Carp Lake in a year and demanded that the Zhao family vacate by the deadline.
This news struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, instantly shattering the last hopes of the fifty thousand Zhao clan members.
Having lived comfortably for three hundred years, the Zhao family members had long considered Dragon Carp Lake their ancestral homeland.