Rushing to His Death?

Lieyun City had already been simmering like oil in a blazing pan. Now, provoked by certain events, the situation erupted in an instant, and a volatile atmosphere swept through every corner of the region.

First, the starving, sick refugees inside and outside the city—people who could die at any moment—could no longer endure it. They gave in to the instinct to survive and broke free of their restraints.

They rushed toward the grain shops, the restaurants, and anywhere else food might be found, desperate for even a single bite.

Then the uprising quickly took a turn for the worse.

More people, each with their own agenda, joined the feast. With them in the fray, Lieyun City descended into chaos.

When the Lieyun authorities prepared to deploy troops to suppress the disorder, an even greater rebellion broke out. A flag bearing the emblem of the Dream Star Sect was raised above Lieyun City's walls.

At the same time, small-scale rebellions flared within the Jingye Division, the Lieyun Army, and the Prefectural Governor's Mansion. Key officials in all three organizations began falling victim to assassinations.

For a time, everyone was gripped by fear.

The Prefectural Governor's Mansion.

The current Prefect of Lieyun, Yang Shouzhong, sat in the main hall, listening as his subordinates reported news and intelligence from every quarter. His face was stern, almost expressionless.

After hearing the reports, Yang Shouzhong nodded slightly, inwardly relieved.

Though the situation in Lieyun City looked dangerous, its foundations remained intact. The three major authorities still controlled most of their own people, while the various clans and sects were behaving themselves, not so addled as to do anything foolish.

He quickly reached a judgment.

The turmoil in Lieyun City was all thunder and little rain. In other words, the Dream Star Sect's target this time