On the banks of the Qingyuan River, blood rained down and the wind reeked of death. All of Cangyun City was utterly shaken as a wave of heated discussions stirred into an uproar.
Among them, the powerful elite families were the most active. By now, who didn't know? There was a list in the hands of the Former Chief Military Commander, and a spot on it was a death sentence. Many noble clans had already fallen to him; there was no longer any need to question the list's authenticity. Everyone worried that they might find their name on it.
But now, if Chen Yang were to die, all their worries would die with him.
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In the sky, the snowstorm grew heavier, turning the heavens increasingly somber and the cold more piercing.
In a teahouse not far from the Chen Family estate, a young man in white stood on the balcony, his hands resting on the railing. His eyes, holding the faintest hint of a smile, gazed through the snowstorm toward the distant, blood-soaked square below.
