Night enveloped Cyan Yang Ancient City like a dormant behemoth, swallowing all the clamor of the day.
The wind beat like a drum...
The Seven Stars Gang's meeting hall was brightly lit.
The battle at Mist Marsh had been harrowing. Rescuing over one hundred and fifty disciples brought Cao Feng and the others little joy. In fact, it only cast an even deeper shadow over them.
Gang Leader Cao Feng, Cao Yan, Li Qingxue, and several Core Elders were gathered in the meeting hall, the atmosphere as heavy as ink.
"Many have had their legs and feet broken. I fear they'll never be able to practice martial arts again," a Cao Clan Elder sighed.
"The others have some injuries, but nothing too serious. They should recover after a few days of rest."
"Everyone has been properly settled."
"Should we send word to the Government Office?"
