It was near the seventh month, in the midst of the scorching summer. A sudden gust of hot wind ripped through the morning's chill by the serene waterside courtyard, bringing with it the intense heat of noon.
"Jiang Li!"
In the water pavilion, a figure in brocade with a jade belt muttered someone's name in a low voice, his body engulfed in a crimson whirlwind.
A tumultuous surge had covered Dinghu Sect early in the morning, brazenly declaring its progress to all clan members. Now, that surge had reappeared stronger than before, announcing its presence, making Jiang Zhuyun quite displeased.
This was not just because someone was rising above their station, but also due to the situation shifting.
He, Jiang Zhuyun, had shifted from being proactive to passive.
Previously, it was he who had taken the initiative, while Jiang Li had been passively hit. Now, the situation had reversed, and it was Jiang Li's turn to seek out Jiang Zhuyun.