The wind died down.
The earthquake stopped as well.
Lingze County lay in utter devastation, silent as the grave.
The civilians had suffered little damage.
But all five hundred ambushing soldiers, along with Tie Niu and Long Fei, were dead. Not one remained.
Meng Sheng lay amid the ruins.
He was utterly shocked, horrified to the extreme.
Though he could be considered well-traveled and experienced, this was the first time he had encountered such a top-tier expert. It was said that Governor of Youzhou Luo Baishan was such a powerhouse, but Meng Sheng had never personally witnessed the Grand Steward's abilities.
This was the first time.
He had felt the might of a top-tier expert.
With one turn of the hand, clouds formed.
With another, rain fell.
Mountains and rivers moved as one.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared.
It turned out these were not merely figures of speech, but feats that human strength could truly accomplish.
Inconceivable.
Inconceivable...
"Who ordered you to ambush us here?" Mo Qingying looked down at Meng Sheng and Old Wu from above, her voice cold and piercing as the winds of midwinter.
"No one ordered me."
"He killed my son. I was merely taking revenge."
Meng Sheng spoke with difficulty.
The woman was clearly standing right before him, yet he felt as though they were separated by ten thousand miles.
"Your son?"
Jiang Qiao was somewhat puzzled.
"I've never even met you. How could I have killed your son..."
"Oh, sorry."
He suddenly remembered the few young men who had been with Bo Ao. One of them should have been the son in question, and he said apologetically, "Sorry, your son was too much of a Passerby A. I even forgot I'd killed someone like him."
"I owe you an apology for that."
"You..." Meng