The celebration banquet reached its first climax amid Great Gang Leader Ou's grand vision of the future, a painted cake meant to satisfy hunger. Everyone in the Council Hall was pumped up as if injected with chicken blood, raising cups to one another again and again, as though the entire martial world already bore the surname Misty.
Naturally, there were still clear-headed people in the hall: Ou Peng, the instigator surrounded by the crowd; the Misty Six Tigers drinking with the other elders; Ou Yan, laughing with the sweet-voiced female disciples yet merely taking small tastes; and others besides. The martial world had never lacked clever people. What it lacked were great figures capable of directing the thoughts and actions of fools. Perhaps they knew some words could not be fully believed, but looking at this blood-colored martial world, why not sing today's songs and get drunk today, sharing this moment with you?
Outside the Council Hall, dusk was like a song.
Several days after the celebration banquet, Shui Yupeng hurried to Luoshui and resumed command of the Luoshui Gang. At Shui Yupeng's repeated requests, Ou Peng reluctantly dispatched Shangguan Fengliu and a group of elites to accompany him, assisting Shui Yupeng in handling the Luoshui Gang's affairs.
The bloody battle and merger between the Misty Sect and the Luoshui Gang were indeed but an inconspicuous little wave amid the martial world's sectarian conflicts, drawing little attention. Yet in certain places, they prompted different reactions.
At Wan Jian Peak's Council Hall, Wan Chengjiu listened to the report below, his expression dark. He slapped the armrest and said, "If the Misty Sect keeps developing like this, how is Wan Jian Peak supposed to respond? Everyone, any good and reasonable suggestions? If not, go down to the grassroots, find a couple of