C1019 As the Saying Goes the Wind and the Clouds Rise Again

The moon was bright in the sky, and the wind was cold as usual.

Phoenix City was bustling with activity as cheers and singing filled the air.

On the other hand, Phoenix City was deathly still. In a celebratory feast, Leng Xingyu had staged a memorial service for the dead.

Leng Xingyu held his father's head in his hands, and knelt on the ground