The Sweeping Begins

The night was hazy:

Hua Yu's estate was exceedingly lively.

Many noblewomen had come.

The servants they had brought began preparing a bonfire banquet.

Roast whole lamb, grilled beef tendons, roasted fish—everything was available.

Ordinary people, battered by all manner of Natural Disasters, had to share even tree bark.

Yet the aristocratic families still relied on their formidable foundations to indulge in luxurious lives.

The front was bustling, while the back was quiet.

Cloaked figures silently appeared in the rear garden one after another.

They exchanged glances and discovered that they were all old acquaintances.

Many of them had had unpleasant conflicts in their youth.

But now that they were older and had become the foundations of their Lineages, they had let go of much of their resentment.

At this moment:

They stood quietly where they were like elementary school students, utterly motionless.

Before coming here, they had all learned that a major operation was taking place tonight.

They said they were going with Chu Qing to slaughter a city.

Over a hundred people slaughtering a city sounded like a fantasy.

But after witnessing Chu Qing's feat of single-handedly slaughtering Feng City, they felt that a few hundred people slaughtering a city did not seem all that extraordinary.

One minute...

Five minutes...

Ten minutes...

Attended by Hua Yu, Zhao Hongxiu, and the others, Chu Qing bathed and changed his clothes.

Hua Yu personally dressed him.

Zhao Hongxiu tied a great deal of money into his hair.

A noblewoman giggled and wanted to apply rouge and powder to his face.

Chu Qing pinched her chest and said, "Don't fool around. I'm going to kill people, not attend a matchmaking meeting."

The noblewoman shook with laughter like a flower branch in the wind and said sweetly, "Heroes may love killing, but they