"Extra! Extra~~~ The Demon Race World will launch its attack next year! Extra! Extra! The Demon Race World will launch its attack next year..."
At the Sun Moon Sect, countless crows spreading the news kept crying out overhead, while newspapers drifted down from the sky one after another.
Nearly everyone in the Sun Moon Sect held a newspaper, while the old people sighed over current affairs.
Some of the young people who had recently joined the sect did not understand. Why were they all so calm when war was about to break out?
"Aunt Lin... what do you think?"
At the Spring Breeze Pavilion, a scantily clad woman sat beside Aunt Lin, holding a newspaper in her hands.
"Let them fight. They were bound to fight sooner or later. The sooner they fight, the sooner it ends. Remember, none of the women in my Spring Breeze Pavilion may participate in the war."
"Yes..."
The scantily clad girl nodded.
Aunt Lin smiled faintly.
"Little Lin once recited a poem: 'The singing girls know not the grief of a fallen state; across the river, they still sing of the flowers in the rear courtyard.'"
The grief of a fallen state? Those men had failed to hold the line, and the world had fallen. Did they expect the women to step up instead?
If this world fell, would it truly be the women singing of the flowers in the rear courtyard—or merely the excuse of those useless men?
The Gan Di Fist Sect in Wutong Province.
Countless burly men carried a pillar around as they ran back and forth.
Countless more kept throwing punches, waves of fist wind sweeping through the mountain forests.
Many even held horse stances while soaking in baths, afraid of wasting even a sliver of time. It was