Night.
Of the Nine Sons of Heavenly Seal, only eight remained. Along with Deputy Sect Master Xie Yan, the carriages and riders scattered and departed.
Wei He boarded the returning carriage with Wan Ling and Wan Qingqing.
Inside the carriage, the tinkling bells trembled with the wheels, now strong, now faint, as though reflecting the fate of the Heavenly Seal Sect.
Wei He rode ahead to clear the way and guide the carriage onward. Wan Qingqing and Wan Ling were in the compartment behind him.
The crisp hoofbeats, accompanied by the bells, formed an extremely rhythmic pattern, like some wondrous lullaby that gradually calmed the heart.
"Little He." Before long, Wan Qingqing lifted the carriage curtain and came out.
"Senior Sister, how is Master?" Wei He asked in a low voice.
"Fairly well. It's just that this time, the Chijing Army may truly have set its heart on making a move against us." Wan Qingqing sighed.
"Why would it come to this?" Wei He could not understand.
Since the Chijing Army could force them to hand over their fields and resources, there was no need for such household-destroying methods.
"If the Sect Master had been able to act, tonight would not have turned out this way." Wan Qingqing was somewhat downcast.
That was indeed true.
Wei He also felt stifled. Shangguan Ji had clearly been beside himself with rage tonight, yet something had restrained him, preventing him from erupting.
Logically speaking, those firearms could deal with Bone Forging martial artists, but they should not have been able to affect him much. They might not even have been able to pierce his protective force.
Yet he had endured it, just as he had from the very beginning.
"Now, in Xuanjing City and even throughout all of Taizhou, gangs and sects are