Night fell, but Qingxiao Sect remained brightly lit.
Inside the Enforcement Hall.
Chai Yunshang was reviewing case files. There were now more than four thousand people on the mountain, and conflicts and clashes arose every day, putting the Enforcement Hall under ever-increasing pressure.
A female disciple entered the room carrying a stack of books. She placed them on Chai Yunshang's desk and asked, "Master, it's like New Year's outside. Lots of people think the Sect Master can deliver on his promises. What do you think?"
The disciple looked young, with a petite figure and a gentle, charming face. Yet worry was written all over her brow.
Her name was Yu Lan, one of Chai Yunshang's disciples. She was seventeen this year and had joined the sect just over a year ago, yet had already reached the second layer of the Yangyuan Realm—a testament to her talent.
Chai Yunshang looked up at her. "Of course I believe in the Sect Master. Why don't you?"
Yu Lan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then said, "I've seen the Sect Master's abilities with my own eyes, but going to Zhenyang Imperial City alone is far too dangerous. He isn't just dealing with the emperor, but also the demonic soldiers, the Demonic Sect, the Forbidden Martial Guard, and so on..."
"The Demonic Sect is devious and treacherous. I can't help worrying about the Sect Master. Qingxiao Sect has plenty of experts, and the other hall masters and elders are all capable, but I feel that Qingxiao Sect is only truly Qingxiao Sect when the Sect Master is here."
She seemed to recall something, and her eyes grew red.
Chai Yunshang didn't get up. She only looked at Yu Lan calmly and said, "Lan'er, you need to let go of the past. You've been