What did it mean to look up and see blue skies?
The moment Qi Jinguang stood before the carriage and held Wang Wu's head high, the blue skies finally arrived.
This time, the town's gongs and drums no longer sounded as hurried as before. Instead, they rang out in celebration.
Someone had stuck Wang Wu's head on a tree branch and paraded it through the streets. Everyone who saw it applauded with joy.
Qi Jinguang and the others were treated like great heroes, swept along by the crowd as they basked in the glory.
All three of them blushed with embarrassment.
After all, Qi Jinguang and the others hadn't been the ones to kill Wang Wu. But Xiao Ran didn't want to take part in the festivities. He'd already rid the people of a scourge, so let the young ones handle the tiring part.
"That's a Professional's head."
Wu Man watched the head stuck on a branch in the distance, then turned to Xiao Ran.
"It was worth it."
Looking at the smiles on the faces around him, Xiao Ran found himself smiling too.
He'd seen Wang Wu's memories. The man was a piece of work. Every evil deed you could think of was just another part of his routine.
It wasn't just this town. Across all thirty nearby settlements, large and small, everyone hated Wang Wu so much they wanted to skin him alive.
And yet this bastard had the audacity to call himself the Jade-Faced Yama, Great Saber Wang Wu.
He'd brought shame to the name Great Saber Wang Wu.
The people here had suffered so much at his hands. Displaying his head and helping heal their wounds was a fitting way to honor his profession.
The three of them and the tiger found an inn in town.