บท 97: Scissoring?

Under the cold moon and in the cold river, a breeze stirred up waves and hit the river shore with a soft whoosh.

Ye Jingtang was dressed in black. He stood under a willow tree by the river and looked at the full moon in the water for a long time without saying anything.

After today's battle, he had completely formed a grudge with the Zhou family.

Under the deterrence of the Pacifying Heaven Cult, the two forces seemed to have reached an agreement on the surface, but the Zhou family had already sensed the pressure from the imminent resurgence of the Red Flower Pavilion.

What the Zhou family would most likely do next was to think of a way to nip this hope for the future of the Red Flower Pavilion in the bud to prevent the danger of raising a tiger.

In order to prevent anything from happening, the people of the Red Flower Pavilion left the Zhou Manor, boarded the ferry, and sailed along the river to the government-controlled Azure Yang City.