C299 Blood Mist Cloak
The morning sun rose gently, bathing the earth in its warm glow. Jiang Xiaofan and his three brothers stood solemnly as they watched the Royal Guards depart with members of both the Refiner Hall and the Seven-brillance Hall, exhaling a heavy sigh.
The battle had taken a greater toll on the Royal Guards than Jiang Xiaofan had anticipated: over a hundred had fallen