Year After Year, We Have Fish

Tang Qingyu settled her mother and younger sister, then headed for the imperial capital with Ximen Tinghua.

She also warned the First Elder and the others not to bother Wang Xian again.

Her father was in seclusion, so for now, she, the young lady of the household, called the shots.

First Elder Tang Wentian didn't care. The arrow had already been loosed. He didn't care whether that damned fellow was dead or alive.

There was also Wang Duoyu in the imperial capital.

Peace in Qingzhou was gone. The Wang patriarch in the capital would probably get anxious and start killing people.

When Tang Ruoyu learned from her eldest sister that the God of Slaughter from back then had returned to the imperial capital, she was left with nothing but shock!

Damn!

After four years, the God of Slaughter had really returned from the Southern Border?

Next, the Four Great Sects probably wouldn't sleep easy. After all, who among the cultivators of the realm hadn't heard of the battle at Broken Dragon Mountain?

There had even long been a rumor that the witch had ascended and departed. Naturally, her disciple had fallen to the demonic path as well.

No wonder she couldn't beat that fellow, even after using every trick in the book.

As snow whipped through the dim, wintry world, two small cities on the Great Zhou's East Sea had already fallen.

The defending general retreated all the way, sending word of the enemy attack to the imperial capital as he went.

At Jinling Crossing, the great general sat alone in the mighty pass, gripping the military dispatch from the East Sea, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

At last, the enemy had come attacking from the sea.

At this point, all he could do was hold Jinling Crossing