The great battle ended.
The Second Island Master was swallowed by the sea, along with his ambitions.
The dust settled.
The Great Island Master watched the sea gradually calm, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
Today was destined to be a bloody day.
At Guan Lei's command, the Seventh Fleet landed in the name of suppressing bandits.
Working with Chun Prefecture, the Pao Ge Society swept through like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, crushing all resistance and deciding everything in a single battle.
The Second Island Master's forces were slaughtered almost to the last man within a single day.
Blood stained the waters around Prison Island red, and corpses covered the sea.
This had been inevitable.
Because they had stood in the Dragon Kingdom's way.
That night.
The killing ended.
The islanders voluntarily cleared away the bodies and cleaned up the battlefield.
The once-bustling Prison Island seemed somewhat desolate with half its residents gone.
Old Man Guan walked down the empty streets, looking slightly melancholy, while Guan Lei and the others cautiously followed a dozen meters behind.
"What's going on?" Ji Min sidled up to Guan Lei's ear with a mischievous look. "Did your dad get dumped?"
After the battle ended, the Old Man accepted the Great Island Master's invitation to inspect the island.
To everyone's surprise, he had not spoken a word since coming ashore, and several indescribable emotions had appeared on his aged face.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the younger generation only dared to follow at a distance.
"The letter."
Guan Ming motioned with his eyes for everyone to look at the Old Man's hand.
A letter had been crumpled into a ball in his grip.
"Whose letter?"
"Yang Pan's. Gu Feng brought it."
Guan Ming sighed.
He and Yang Pan had been