As winter snow melted, Shengtian City burst with life. Fresh buds gradually sprouted from withered branches, displaying the tension of life.
The citywide search for the Star-Picking Divine Thief had been over for a long time, yet no useful clues had been found. The Prince's Estate had wasted several thousand taels of silver for nothing.
During this time, quite a number of martial artists had gathered in the imperial capital. It was a true jumble of all sorts, fish and dragons mixed together.
People of the jianghu often came to blows in taverns at the slightest disagreement, causing no small amount of disorder.
Moreover, because the Nine Lotus Sect had fled Shengtian, the vast territory it left behind had become the target of many martial artists scrambling to claim it.
Occupy a street, and you could rightfully collect protection fees. That was real profit!
Who would not want to sit still and collect money?
Thus, even though the hope of finding the Star-Picking Divine Thief was slim, these rough men from the martial world were willing to remain, hoping to seize a patch of territory in this prosperous imperial capital. If they succeeded, they would have no worries for the rest of their lives.
Because of these matters, even the three great martial arts schools with official backing had faced no small challenge.
They had thought they could smoothly swallow the fat piece of meat left vacant by the Nine Lotus Sect, but now they were being severely disrupted by this motley crowd of martial artists.
As a result, the smaller martial arts schools under the command of the three great schools had all suffered quite a blow.
Chiming Street.
A group of rough men in coarse linen clothes had gathered in a wonton shop. Seven or eight of them