In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
Time flew by. Before there was even time to look back, every honor and humiliation had become part of the past.
Such was the way of the world.
Once life was filled with pain, every fleeting instant stretched into ten thousand years. Even "each day felt like a year" was not enough to describe that suffocating bitterness. But when life was lived to the fullest, even years slipped away like flowing sand, silently becoming memories.
Before they knew it,
the New Sword Sect had grown and expanded at lightning speed, its momentum overwhelming all the major sects.
As Yi Feng absorbed the treasures from the treasury and broke through into the Origin Infant Realm, the New Sword Sect became the Blazing Fire Kingdom's sole second-rank great sect. The other major sects had long since been utterly convinced by Yi Feng, submitting themselves as vassals of the New Sword Sect.
Almost the entire Blazing Fire Kingdom had become the New Sword Sect's sphere of influence. Even the once lofty imperial family had been completely sidelined and ignored.
The New Sword Sect's authority and strength had reached their peak!
That year, on the fifteenth day of the eighth month,
during the Mid-Autumn Festival, they drank beneath the moon until deep into the night. The various subordinate sects respectfully took their leave, and the bustling main hall of the New Sword Sect finally returned to peace.
The four brothers sat together at the same table, smiling freely, their eyes brimming with indescribable delight.
The young man in black sat sideways in a large chair, his face full of amusement.
"Over the past two years, I've played through the entire Imperial Capital. I'm finally understanding more and more how to become an outstanding scumbag!"