The death of Ruan Shantao was as devastating to Yanzhou City as an earthquake.
The towering tree that once stood in Ziyang Mountain, overshadowing the entire Yanzhou, ultimately fell, and the weeds that once dared not show their heads began to grow wildly and wantonly.
The first were the knife sellers in worn-out robes; they were the first to receive the news. Confirming that Yanzhou's strongest had been assassinated, these spies lurking in the shadows boldly stepped into the daylight — many passersby hadn't returned to their senses when they suddenly found a short blade in their hands, and the fierce evil qi rushed into their heads, turning their eyes blood red.
It's a time for vengeance and settling old scores, a perfect moment for chaos where people could kill each other.
