The City Patrol Division's "extermination" operation did not gradually subside until the latter half of the night.
The cold wind carried the stench of blood across the entire city. Only when the sun had climbed high did the Curfew Order lift.
The scene had already been cleared away, and the bloody smell gradually faded.
Although the curfew had been lifted, the area where the encirclement had taken place was still listed as a restricted zone. It would only be reopened and repopulated after everything had completely settled down.
Qin He opened his door. Quite a few Sinful Immortals outside were already asking around for news, every one of them looking grim.
Last night, the encirclement had nearly extended into this area. Everyone had had one foot through the gates of hell and had nearly been finished.
Yet only twos and threes of cultivators gathered together. After briefly comparing notes, they quickly dispersed again.
In Sin City, even next-door neighbors were exceedingly indifferent toward one another, because anyone could be a potential enemy.
Thus, this unexplained extermination swiftly faded into calm.
Death was the main melody here. The only difference was the cause of death. Nothing else mattered.
Not long after, a squad of armored soldiers arrived before Qin He's hut and pointed at the traces of last night's battle. "Were you privately fighting here last night?"
"No." Qin He shook his head directly. "Two black-robed figures were fighting. Later, I do not know where they went. This lowly one is weak and did not see clearly."
The City Patrol Division did not interfere with private fights, but not interfering meant turning a blind eye. It did not mean they would even skip the formalities.
Therefore, the unspoken rule was to never admit to participating in a private fight.
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