At the entrance to First Alley in Wu Chao Town, Mama Zhang and Sister Qing stood watch on opposite sides as usual.
Business had been much better lately. The Qingyu Sect had launched a massive campaign to encircle and suppress Wulong Mountain. Aside from two Elders left behind to hold down the sect, the Sect Leader, the remaining Elders, over half the inner disciples, over half the Officers, and all the great clans dependent on the sect had been mobilized—more than a hundred cultivators in all.
And the accompanying stewards, household servants, maidservants, and the like numbered over a thousand. Together with the neighboring great clans, Rogue Cultivator sects, and others who had come to pay visits, seek instruction, or simply watch the spectacle, Wu Chao Town at the foot of Wulong Mountain naturally became bustling.
The Qingyu Sect had occupied the mountain for two months and showed no willingness to leave. They had turned Wulong Mountain upside down, yet only caught Cat Three and a few bandits who had failed to withdraw in time. Naturally unwilling to accept that, they sent more people to search in every direction, hoping to find traces of the principal culprits, such as Old Boss Wang and Dai Shenggao. With such arrangements in place, who knew how much longer they would remain at Wulong Mountain?
Thus, Mama Zhang and Sister Qing had no need to worry about business. They had truly made a tidy fortune over the past two months. After all, these Qingyu Sect people had far more money than the Wulong Mountain rogue cultivators and were willing to spend it.
Yet Sister Qing remained gloomy. In truth, she had scarcely shown a smile since last year.
Another guest, dressed like a steward, came asking about the situation in the alley. Mama Zhang