Several days later, Shu Qingyun left the 'Three Saints' Hall' and returned to the Purple Cloud Dao region, preparing to counterattack the Qin Dynasty according to the plan he had previously arranged. The vast snowy landscape was again tinged with red! Quite a few people started posting couplets in their homes, hanging red lanterns at their front doors, and stockpiling New Year's goods. However, beneath the surface of celebration, a trace of sorrow was hidden. At the entrance of the Sect Master's Hall in the Purple Cloud Sacred Land, Shu Qingyun looked at the red silk on the roof beam and revealed a trace of a smile. He felt as if all the crises had been resolved at this moment! He felt as if the beautiful territory was once again in his grasp!
"The good fortune of the Saint's Court of Qin, your luck should finally come to an end!" Shu Qingyun clenched his fist, murmured to himself, and confidently walked into the hall.
