Chu Qing crossed mountains and forded ridges, as hardworking as a little bee.
But bees gathered honey, while he gathered human hearts.
He passed through one empire, then made his way to another.
Chu Qing cleaned house all the way.
In less than half a month, only one last empire remained.
And that empire was the Yimeng Empire.
The Yimeng Empire lay very close to the Great Gan Empire, separated only by a desert.
Chu Qing had come here many times, but every visit had been rushed.
This time was no different.
The Yimeng Empire was vast and sparsely populated, with grasslands stretching everywhere.
Most people here were nomads; there were only a few dozen cities in all.
And In the Red Dust's headquarters was located in a city called Yuan.
The city was not large. It was bigger than an ordinary prefectural city, yet smaller than a provincial capital.
The entire city was inhabited by wealthy households, aristocratic clans, and noble families.
Ordinary people were only fit to wander outside and herd sheep.
Chu Qing swaggered into the city, and no one dared stop him.
Because he wore Brocade Clothes, making it obvious at a glance that his origins were extraordinary.
The soldiers guarding the gates did not dare obstruct him at all.
After entering the city, Chu Qing followed the map and headed straight for In the Red Dust's headquarters.
However:
When he reached In the Red Dust's headquarters, he felt things had become troublesome.
Because:
The enormous headquarters contained only a scattered handful of nobodies. There were no experts at all.
Nor were there any higher-ups.
"Did your higher-ups run away?"
Chu Qing casually seized a martial artist who looked like the strongest among them.
The martial artist trembled all over.
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