At dawn, Starfall Pavilion's vast force gathered once more in the plaza where they had assembled yesterday. But unlike yesterday, when they had waited to prepare for an invasion, today they were going to reap the fruits of victory and invade others.
Xiao Heng did not want to dress such actions up in lofty words. The Nether River Alliance was not wrong, nor was Starfall Pavilion. The only fault lay in insufficient strength. Strength was the sole law of this world.
Since Starfall Pavilion's founding, it had experienced countless conflicts, great and small, and no one knew how many had died in them. Starfall Pavilion had not always stood on the righteous side. Even Xiao Heng himself had the blood of good people on his hands. Perhaps one day, he too would be killed by another. But the victor was king and the loser reviled—there was nothing more to say.
The breeze stirred. Thousands stood solemnly in the plaza, divided into separate units.
The traces of yesterday's battle remained. The damaged halls had yet to be repaired, and even after a night, the smell of blood had not faded. Today, however, Starfall Pavilion's people would set out once more to claim the spoils of their victory.
As the great wind rose and clouds soared, where could valiant men be found to guard the four corners? With Old Yao's order, unit after unit departed from the Star Realm, heading for their respective targets.
The Nether River Alliance controlled a vast territory, and within that alliance were countless large and small factions. Sweeping away these forces was their sole objective.
There was no lengthy encouragement and no excessive instruction. Everything that needed to be said had long been said. Xiao Heng led several elders, dozens of deacons, and a number of outstanding