Jiang Wang had settled Qiantang with a single sword strike, then ridden the winds and clouds away.
Leaving behind Wen Jingxiu standing stunned upon the riverbank, silent and still, and the Yue Kingdom army, unsure what posture they ought to maintain.
And...
A thread of Sword Qi suddenly shot into the high heavens, drawing a comet's tail behind it as it tore across the skies of the Yue Kingdom.
Bai Yuxia's voice rang out: "Boss! I'm still in prison!!!"
His cry was bleak, piercing through the late autumn.
Wen Jingxiu lowered his head and looked at Bian Liang, commander of the Yue Armor.
The Yue Armor leader immediately turned and flew at full speed toward Kuaiji. Without even having time to mobilize the army, he began shouting from outside the city, "Release him! Release him at once! His Majesty only ordered him to rest quietly. Who gave you permission to lock Lord Bai up? He is a pillar of the nation, the Qiantang River's steadfast bulwark! How dare you?!"
With the bearing of a man charging into battle, he stormed all the way into the Heavenly Prison. Before the jailers could unlock the door, he smashed it open with a punch.
Amid the flying fragments of the cell door, he stepped inside.
"Lord Bai! You have truly suffered an unbearable injustice!" He reached out to clasp Bai Yuxia's hand.
"Hey—" Bai Yuxia held his sword across himself, keeping him at bay. "Your lousy country is cursed with rotten luck. I've enjoyed deep blessings and good fortune all my life, yet I keep capsizing and running aground in this gutter of yours. Damn it, Boss must be furious. He'll make me check the accounts again when I get back—move aside, brothers. Don't let the bad luck on you rub off on