Whatever expectations the various sides had held, the Three Cities Dao Discussion had finally come to an end.
The Maple Forest City onlookers dispersed, still excitedly discussing the event. The Maple Forest City Daoist Academy had performed quite well this time, and they shared in its glory.
Most ordinary people living in this city had no idea what had happened that day.
The bloody battles in darkened rooms, the fights in alleyways, the tangled struggles between life and death—all had passed without a sound, like air vanishing into air.
The turmoil stirred up by the White Bone Sect had been quietly quelled. There wasn't even a trace of blood left on the streets. The few citizens who had accidentally witnessed the fighting had also been ordered to keep quiet.
For most people, all that had happened in Maple Forest City today was a grand event with a very entertaining program.
The extraordinary were not spared pain, and ignorance might well be bliss.
As for Wei Quji, the seventeen heads of White Bone Sect cultivators piled before him, along with the many more bodies that hadn't merited collecting, had washed away his humiliation.
Wei Quji said to Dong A, "Today, at last, I've avenged this great hatred. Why don't we organize the Dao Academy disciples to recite the Supreme Scripture of Salvation a few times, to deliver the souls of the unjustly dead in Small Forest Town?"
As the lord of a city, he could finally offer a small memorial to the people of Small Forest Town under his rule.
This was hardly any trouble. The Supreme Scripture of Salvation was a commonly used scripture for delivering souls, and nearly every Daoist Sect cultivator knew it by heart.
But Dong A's attitude was cold. "Their souls have been scattered. What use