After avenging his great hatred, Yi Feng led the members of the New Sword Sect back to the Blazing Fire Kingdom.
Though he had come from the Southern Li Kingdom, there was no longer anything there for him to cling to. All grudges, loves, and hatreds had turned to drifting clouds and smoke, becoming memories with the end of that great war that had shaken every kingdom.
After this battle, the New Sword Sect's momentum soared like the blazing sun, and its expansion grew even more rapid.
In just a few months, the New Sword Sect had become a colossal force dominating the entire western frontier, the strongest sect in the Southern Continent. Its great name rang like thunder, and it had tens of thousands of disciples under its banner!
Such a grand hegemony drew the admiration of countless people. To the world, merely seeing Yi Feng was an honor.
However.
The White-robed Sword God, so revered by the world, had become increasingly low-key of late. He rarely showed himself in the martial world, and even in the Imperial Capital, few had heard any trace of him.
Late at night.
The garden's fragrance drifted in waves, while moonlight poured over the ground like spilled silver.
The four brothers sat facing one another in an elegant pavilion, drinking and chatting.
Though their status and power reached the heavens, they remained as close as they had been in their guerrilla squad days, without the slightest barrier between them. There was none of the pride and self-satisfaction people imagined.
They spoke only of everyday matters, utterly relaxed and at ease.
Not until three rounds of wine had passed and five flavors of dishes had been sampled.
Did Toad finally smile and ask about the recent rumors.
"Brother Yi, many people say that you'll