Six days later.
Outside the Divine Capital, sunset clouds glowed through the haze, and withered yellow leaves drifted down.
Countless people of the Jianghu gathered along a mile of the imperial highway, including many venerable martial elders of great renown.
As a true disciple of the Shifting Flower Palace, Flower Devotee had possessed extraordinary talent since childhood. But one mind could hardly serve two purposes. Putting on the Flying Fish Uniform to purge wrongdoing, toiling over official documents, would inevitably mean neglecting his martial arts.
One was enamored of the arena of power; the other was a pure martial artist.
How could Flower Devotee not lose?
Yet losing to foreign Tatar Invaders had subjected the Central Plains Martial World to profound humiliation.
Since Cold-Blooded Chasing Life has shouldered this burden, he must have something to rely on. After losing to Little Butcher, either his strength soared or he learned a secret technique. We'll wait and see him crush the Tatars' arrogant swagger.
The wandering fighters of the Jianghu pondered this.
No one was foolish enough to invite humiliation, especially when the reputation of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was at stake.
They all turned toward the tall, slender figure on the highway.
His silver-white Flying Fish Uniform was inlaid with two strands of Golden Thread. He had handsome features and sword-like brows that swept toward his temples, and his bearing held an indescribable coldness and pride.
"Are you confident?" the Python-Robe Eunuchs asked softly.
Cold-Blooded Chasing Life replied respectfully:
"In answer to Your Excellency, victory is in my grasp!"
Had he possessed his current strength back at the Martial Arts Practice Ground, he would never have let that man named Jia snatch his case away, much less suffered humiliation!
The Python-Robe Eunuchs repeatedly cautioned him:
"Have little to do with women