Fufeng County City, house in the south of the city.
A quiet serenity filled the air. Ding Song sat in the front room, resting in a meditative pose. His war blade had not been sheathed, lying across his knees, while the woman rested in the master house, her eyes half-closed, a fine sweat beading on her nose, obviously not sleeping peacefully. Triggered by some emotion, memories of the past gradually became clearer and reemerged at that moment.
There were flames, there were swords.
There was a fierce intent to kill.
Beneath the blazing torches, the majestic palace gates were illuminated, along with the fierce and fearful faces, their dark blades emitting a chilly serene gleam and an unmistakable aura of murder, shining on the Longxi bravado who was guzzling with his head thrown back, his body enveloped in raging thunder.
It also lit up the clean visage beside him.
Not in official attire, not in armor.