The cramped, congested streets now lay empty, without a single person in sight.
In the outer city, most of the gaunt, sallow-faced humans were hiding in their rooms, shivering and not daring to go outside.
"That rumbling just now... could the rebels have broken in?"
"The rebels are that powerful?"
"They're rebels after all. They're humans like us—I hope they win."
"What good would it do if they won?"
"Could they really drive those noble lords out?
Even if they win a battle and steal the limelight, who will clean up this mess!
Once the noble lords get angry, won't they still vent their rage on innocent commoners like us? Sigh, plenty of people will probably die miserably again today."
"But... they are our kind, after all. The ones oppressing us are those nobles..."
A group of people whispered among themselves, their thoughts tangled and complicated. Everyone had their own opinion.
A man in black hurried down the street, his expression grave.
At that moment, a peculiar birdcall suddenly rang out.
The black-clad man's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately headed toward the source of the birdcall.
Around dozens of breaths later, he appeared in an abandoned courtyard.
There were two people in the courtyard. One was the familiar Wu Xiang, while the other was a huge, fat man dressed in fine silks and satins.
"Steward Li, something huge has happened!" the fat man said, the flesh on his face quivering.
This fat man was one of the rebels and had been lying low in Cloud Blood City all along.
His business had gone rather well, earning the favor of the nobles, and he had built up some connections in the Inner City.
Thus, he could receive news of anything happening in the inner city at the first possible moment.