Hundreds of former members of Ye Weiyang had gathered at the East Training Ground. Though they had come, their feelings were mixed. Some were skeptical, some were anxious, some were disdainful, and some were just waiting for a good show.
Just then, a seven-colored rainbow streaked across the dimly lit sky, tearing through the darkness. The sound of hooves echoed, and everyone looked up in shock.
The carriage finally landed on the high platform of the East Training Ground. The cheerful Qing Shisan and the visibly shocked Yin Qingqing presented a stark contrast. They stepped out of the carriage one after the other, each pulling aside a curtain flap.
Wearing a formal cap and brocade robes, Zheng Xiu stepped out of the carriage with an unhurried air.
At that moment, the first rays of light appeared on the horizon, casting a slanted glow. Dawn was breaking.
