Jing Province, City Lord's Mansion.
The grand and imposing palace complex stood like an iron barrel, guarding the entire City Lord's Mansion. Though it was not an imperial palace, it possessed the same majesty and sternness.
At this moment, in a secluded courtyard at one corner of the palace complex, a slender figure stood as lightly as a butterfly atop one of the roof's ridge beasts, gazing toward the very center of the City Lord's Mansion.
She was splendidly dressed, tall and graceful, with deep, unhurried breaths. She was clearly a martial artist as well.
Just as she gazed toward the center of the City Lord's Mansion, her brows suddenly furrowed.
Whoosh!
Several figures suddenly flashed into the courtyard.
"Yun Ting, the situation is critical. Come with me, quickly!"
The newcomer's expression was grave and his tone urgent. It was Yun Hao, the Minister of Works of Jing Province. He stood in the rear courtyard, looking up at the woman on the roof.
Yun Ting glanced down at the young man standing in the courtyard, his face full of anxiety. Her expression shifted slightly as well. With a faint sway, she drifted down as lightly as a swallow and said, "What is the situation in the city? And within the City Lord's Mansion...?"
"Cheng Shanming's forces in Jing Province City have all been wiped out. The entire City Lord's Mansion has completely fallen into Fang Xuan's hands."
"More than half of our people have also been killed or wounded!"
The young man was succinct, but lingering terror still filled his eyes. "We cannot remain here. Those martial artists Cheng Shanming kept at his side are all fence-sitting trash. When a great mansion is about to collapse, we must leave at once, or we will not be able to get away!"