Baiyun County was carpeted with corpses.
But for Bai Jing and some of the academy disciples she led, such a scene had long ceased to be surprising.
In troubled times, who was innocent?
In the thirty years since Shu Mountain's destruction, scenes like this had become commonplace across the Central Continent.
Of the Confucianism's seventy-two academies in the Central Continent, fifteen had been wiped out.
Only fifty-seven academies remained now.
Xiangshan Academy was one of them.
The reason Xiangshan Academy had not suffered any blow was tied to its involvement in the destruction of Shu Mountain back then.
Xiangshan Academy had contributed greatly. Surrounding and killing Shushan Disciples from the branch sects had served as its pledge of allegiance.
They had even followed Gou Shengzi into Shu Mountain.
By virtue of that merit, Xiangshan Academy had chosen the right side when the troubled times arrived.
At this moment, Bai Jing led Xiangshan Academy's disciples to Baiyun County.
After all, this had happened within Xiangshan Academy's jurisdiction.
If word got out, it would not sound good.
Usually, they could turn a blind eye, but if someone openly slaughtered an entire county—
Xiangshan Academy could not simply ignore it.
Yet when they arrived in Baiyun County, they discovered that the matter seemed to have already reached its end...
Li Xuanxiao lay amid the ruins, his face pale as paper and utterly bloodless.
His body was covered in savage wounds, blood staining his clothes red in a horrifying sight.
Not far from him, the enormous Old Yellow Dog stood with awe-inspiring majesty.
The Old Yellow Dog's muscles were knotted with power, his fur glimmering faintly beneath the sunlight.
The Old Yellow Dog's eyes burned like flames, revealing both authority and killing intent.
His breaths were heavy and powerful, every inhale making the air