Rules Are Rules

The young members of the Defense Clan followed behind, keeping a safe distance.

The elders of the Breaking Clan were used to it. Whenever the three clans gathered, Yang Wudi and Niu Gao were always like this—one cursed while the other laughed, and after the cursing was done, they were still brothers. It had been the same for decades.

Still, what Clan Chief Niu Gao had done this time was rather improper.

The young couple was having their moment. With that booming voice of yours, the right thing to do was keep quiet.

Dantai Canglan walked at the very back and looked up at the Canghai Banner still burning atop the city wall.

In the end, this city had not fallen.

His grandmaster had once told him that this city had not been built for the strong, but for those unwilling to bow their heads.

Everyone who came here brought a story of their own. Some were heavy, some bizarre, but every one of them found the same home in this city.

He had not fully understood back then, but now he felt it deeply.

Inside the gate passage, Shui Bing'er walked ahead hand in hand with Zhou Qiubai.

Her face was still flushed, and the heat in her ears had not faded, but she did not let go of his hand.

Turning her head, she looked at the person beside her. From the prison cell where she had been held captive to this free sky, from traveling alone to walking shoulder to shoulder with someone else, she had finally arrived.

The night banquet was held at the Martial Arts Arena in the center of the city. After all, there were quite a few newcomers from the Po and Yu Clans; all together, there were several hundred of them. Canghai