Just as Huang Ping'an had expected.
The situation in West River Commandery changed that very day.
Though Ping Yu rarely ventured out to travel, that did not mean he truly lacked experience. Whether in dealing with people or adapting to danger, he had been personally taught by Flowwind True Lord. It could be said that Ping Yu had learned every kind of instruction an ordinary Mystic Gate disciple ought to receive—and even things ordinary Mystic Gate disciples could never learn.
Thus, faced with West River Commandery's current situation, Ping Yu neither sent anyone to notify them and have them prepare, nor dispatched scouts in advance to confirm the circumstances within the commandery. The moment he discovered something was wrong with West River Commandery, he directly led eight hundred disciples and five thousand Daoist Soldiers against it.
For this operation against West River Commandery, Flowwind True Lord's instruction had been to slaughter the pig.
So-called slaughtering the pig was not merely about completing Flowwind True Lord's task and delivering sufficient resources and cultivators to the sect. It was also about killing the chicken to frighten the monkeys, making all the powers under White Wave Dao Palace's jurisdiction once again harbor reverence for the Dao Palace.
Therefore, nothing was more intimidating than advancing openly and grandly, crushing West River Commandery beneath pure strength.
Less than half an hour after Ping Yu departed, vast clouds had already blanketed West River Commandery.
Huang Ping'an pointed at the mist enshrouding the entire commandery. "It is not a magical treasure or divine ability. It is simply immortal cloud and mist gathered together."
"Look at those faintly visible banners. There must be at least three to five thousand troops, not counting the cultivators assisting that person."
"It seems this one is quite favored within White Wave Dao