Gaoye City had finally settled completely, and the beacon fires of the chaotic age had all been swept away.
The city's trades gradually revived, its people lived and worked in peace, Panshi Fist Academy flourished by the day, and Zheng Shan and his disciples had greatly advanced in cultivation.
The entire city presented a scene of peace and prosperity.
Yet Wang Yuan alone still carried a lingering concern in his heart, one that refused to settle for a long time.
News had not yet reached Gaoye City of Xiao Jin's army marching north along the Northern Frontier Ancient Road, where Ji Mie Arhat had blocked their path and a great battle had erupted.
At this moment, Wang Yuan knew nothing of that earth-shattering confrontation.
But he had endured a city besieged in troubled times and witnessed with his own eyes the collapse of small towns and the rebellion of displaced refugees.
Now that the great war between the Imperial Court and Cloud Province had begun, he had long seen through the fragility of frontier towns.
Gaoye City appeared stable, but it was merely temporary calm.
The great tide of chaos now swept across the world.
The Imperial Court's heavy forces, hidden sects, and remnants of evil cults all stirred beneath the surface.
A mere frontier city simply could not withstand the towering storms yet to come.
He had long made up his mind.
Once the dust had settled, he would bring his parents and family, his master and fellow disciples, and the entire Panshi Fist Academy into the heartland of Kaoshan Sect.
Kaoshan Sect commanded the great momentum of Cloud Province. Its sect defenses were strict, and experts gathered there in great numbers. It was a hundred times safer than the drifting frontier.
Only under the sect's protection could his