After beating up these people one after another, Sun Wutian seemed to have suddenly opened some door or window.
He suddenly saw the light.
So he started with Bi Changhong and kept going until he reached Xiong Jiang.
He sparred with them one by one, then started beating up Shadow Demon and Heavenly King Flute as well.
In the middle of it, he ran into Madman Halberd and gave him a beating. Then he encountered Bing Tianxue, who teamed up with her husband to pin Old Devil down and beat him up.
In short, the entire headquarters of the Sole True Sect had somehow been made lively and bustling by Old Devil himself.
Yan Nan did not interfere.
He neither heard nor asked about it, simply letting Sun Wutian run wild. All in all, he was displaying an utterly relaxed state.
The Sole True Sect's relaxation also allowed the common people below to breathe a sigh of relief.
The enormous city began to brim with vitality as well. Everyone felt that life had clearly become much easier over the past two months.
On the final day of the month, a tremor came from underground. A faint mental force spread out, then immediately withdrew.
It was like a breeze passing over the surface of the water. The ripples had only just formed when the breeze stopped.
Thus, the lake merely wrinkled for a moment before returning to a mirror-like calm.
Yan Nan vanished from his study in a wisp of smoke.
He made his way underground.
He personally opened one iron door after another and finally reached the lowest level, arriving before the door where Duan Xiyang had secluded himself.
There was not the slightest sound from within—not even a trace of life.
Yan Nan called softly, "Old Duan! Old Duan?"