Wu Zhiyun was clearly taking great pleasure in their misfortune. "Hall Master Miao, Heaven's Capital City is much larger than my White Mist Continent. Once tonight passes, you'll know. Blood will wash Heaven's Capital City... Just thinking about it gets my blood pumping. I really want to watch it in person. It wouldn't hurt to lend Captain Fang a hand again, either."
Miao Weide's scalp exploded. "Blood will wash Heaven's Capital City? Wash it in blood?"
"You could use blood to flush Heaven's Capital City clean, or let blood flood the whole city. Either works."
Wu Zhiyun was obviously having the time of his life. After all, he was fine now. He had made it through.
As everyone knew, anyone who survived under Fang the Butcher was a good official!
So although Wu Zhiyun had earned merit while wearing the mark of guilt, his prestige in White Mist Continent was now sky-high.
His catchphrase was: "Even Captain Fang didn't kill me!"
Now, in White Mist Continent, he was practically a local emperor. The Guardian Hall was nearly being worshiped by the people as divine beings, and the prestige of its public servants had reached an unprecedented and terrifying height.
Wearing the same Guardian Hall uniform as Captain Fang and taking one lap around the streets was enough to make crying children fall silent...
Blood washing Heaven's Capital City? Miao Weide was half convinced and half doubtful.
After all, everything he knew about Fang the Butcher was limited to legends. He had never witnessed it with his own eyes.
Wu Zhiyun finally said, "Hall Master Miao, you haven't done anything bad, have you? Or rather, there isn't anyone in your hall who's been less than honest... You know what I mean, right?"
Miao Weide's eyes widened. "I haven't done anything major...