By the sea.
Jiang Jingnian fished in silence, but after a long while without a single bite, he could not help glancing at the basket beside him. It already held quite a few sea fish.
He raised his brows slightly. "Old sir, you aren't blasting fish with true astral force, are you?"
Even a straight line without bait could catch fish.
He strongly suspected the other man was cheating.
"Young hero, fishing is a matter of willing fish taking the hook! You must wait for the right moment."
The goateed old man sighed. "Such impatience makes it all too easy to fall flat on your face, young hero."
"Does it? In the past, I..."
Jiang Jingnian was about to say more when he suddenly heard faint cries of battle from not far away.
"It's almost time."
"The fish should be taking the bait now."
A smile appeared on the goateed old man's face.
"Enemy attack!"
The Stockade ruins shifted constantly beneath the light of the signal flares.
Dense, heavy footsteps sounded from the darkness beyond the Stockade.
Like pounding drums, those footsteps drew closer, growing louder and denser until the ground itself trembled faintly.
The Golden Iron Corps' surviving troops stood ready at the broken bridge.
Solid golden light extended from the opposite bank, forming a bridge that blazed with radiance.
Beneath that golden illumination, countless figures surged out like a tide.
They all wore fitted black outfits and carried various weapons.
These were all the Xu Family's deathsworn.
At the very forefront of that black tide, four figures advanced shoulder to shoulder.
Every step they took brought an invisible pressure sweeping over their enemies.
As Peace City's foremost great family.
The Xu Family had six Grandmasters in total, both in the open and in hiding.
Apart from