Healing at the Stronghold, the Despairing Truth

After exchanging formal greetings, Yuan Zutong reported some basic information to Chen Ping'an.

During the unrest in North Azure Stronghold, they had remained in Secluded Elegant Courtyard and gone nowhere. Aside from a few who had been injured by the aftershocks, there had been no casualties.

Chen Ping'an expressed his concern and told the injured brothers to recover well. Once they returned to Five Peaks Mountain City, he would grant them rewards.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zutong immediately bowed low, thanking him on behalf of all the brothers. They would remember his lordship's grace in their hearts.

Whether those words were sincere or false, they sounded pleasant enough.

Chen Ping'an encouraged Yuan Zutong a few more times, telling him to carry out his duties with peace of mind and promptly report any important news from the stronghold.

"Yes, my lord!" Yuan Zutong cupped his hands in salute and left the small courtyard.

"I wonder how the battle between the grandmasters ended! Of the many grandmasters and the Heavenly Luo Saintess, who won and who lost?" Chen Ping'an stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, gazing into the dim night.

Though he had only caught a few hurried glimpses, the Heavenly Luo Saintess's overwhelming combat strength had left an extremely deep impression on Chen Ping'an.

North Azure Stronghold had produced no fewer than seven grandmasters! They were not newly promoted grandmasters who had broken through only recently, but veteran grandmasters who had crossed that threshold years ago. Even the weakest among them would not have counted as weak among grandmasters.

Yet under such circumstances, the Heavenly Luo Saintess had faced seven alone, moving with ease and showing not the slightest sign of falling behind.

Though Chen Ping'an had yet to enter the Grandmaster Realm, he had some understanding