Chen Yang took the handkerchief from Yang Hu, and while wiping the blood from his hands, he turned to gaze at the distant, Eight-Hundred-Li Hongzhi River.
This river was half naturally formed and half man-made, dug to divert water into a moat that surrounded Cangyun City. A stream of living water shimmered as it flowed gently past.
His gaze swept over the Eight Hundred Li of the Hongzhi River and followed the Qingyuan River upstream to a massive structure. It resembled a primordial beast crouching upon the land, its silhouette clear against the bright sky. This was the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion, home to one of the four great royal families.
Chen Yang had been inside once but was struck by a sword from a Pseudo-Saint, nearly severing his life force. At the same time, it had also brought him an opportunity.
