Heaven and Earth were the furnace, Qing Ping the hammer, the Daoist Ancestor the smith, and the young man a sword embryo in the forge.
Time flowed by.
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「East Sea City」
More than a full month had passed since that great storm, yet the entirety of East Sea City was still draped in white, and memorial altars could still be seen on the streets.
Too many people had died that day.
Over a month was not enough to wash away the anguish of friends and family, but the dead were gone, and life for the living had to continue. The city, too, had begun to run once more.
Those who had to work still went to work, and those who ran stalls still set them up. The biggest difference was that the crime rate within the city had dropped to an all-time low. Even the most unruly members of the Martial Arts Alliance, having been through that life-or-death battle, no longer dared to menace ordinary people.
