At noon, in the Hanshan City prefectural yamen, Prefect Wang Wen sat high in the main hall, his face stern and imposing. One hand rested on the sounding block atop the table beside him, and there seemed to be reluctance in his eyes.
Wang Chuan stood ready at his side, watching every direction. His aura flickered in and out of sight as he prepared to act at any moment, but he was only at the early Transcendent Realm, weaker even than Wang Wen. What use could he be?
More than a dozen fierce-looking men in black hid in the shadows of the hall, most of them at the Innate or Grandmaster Realm.
Two Great Grandmasters were concealed atop the beams as well. Though they revealed no aura, they felt like ferocious tigers lurking in the darkness, waiting for their chance and sending chills down one's spine.
They were the Wang Family's Tiger Guards, tempered in vicious blood and forged through slaughter. Only these dozen or so remained. In the battle of North Watch City, the Wang Family's Tiger Guards there had been completely slaughtered by Zhu Wushi, Cheng Shifei, Seven Balefuls, and the others.
When the news reached Hanshan City, Wang Wen reacted swiftly and hurriedly summoned the Tiger Guards stationed there. But the other factions were no pushovers either, and now only the people before him remained.
Wang Wen looked around and spoke in a low voice.
"Wang Chuan, who do you think will come first?"
Wang Chuan bowed at his side and answered.
"I do not know."
Wang Wen gave a bleak smile.
"Actually, neither do I. The Prince of Qin, the Qian Family, the Liu Family, Black Cloud Hall... My Wang Family's house has already collapsed. No one in Hanshan Prefecture wants me, Wang Wen, to stay