Chapter 553: Chronicles of the Central State

The thunderous applause finally awakened everyone on the painted boat. None of them, including the disciples of the Qinghong Sect, were willing to leave that atmosphere. Low! Bleak! Tragic! These words were insufficient to describe their feelings at that moment. The spirit of warriors, the clanging of swords and horses, proudly laughing in the martial world, stirred every soul. The zither's notes lingered hauntingly in the air as many slowly opened their eyes, looking around in confusion. Moments...