Within Shangshan City, the ten days were up. The message had been sent out, yet not a single reply had come back. This left Yan Qingxue somewhat despairing.
Uncle Liang pushed the door open and entered with a grave expression. "Miss, people from all the major martial arts forces of Xiangnan have arrived. It seems this matter cannot be settled easily."
Yan Qingxue sighed. "I understand, Uncle Liang. Let's go out."
Following behind Yan Qingxue, Uncle Liang's heart was filled with grief and indignation.
This pack of people from Xiangnan were simply like jackals and wolves. Even when Shangshan City had been at its peak, they had never thought of taking revenge on these martial arts sects. Of course, those sects had behaved themselves back then as well.
Yet now that they saw Shangshan City beginning to decline, they pounced over, each of them wishing they could tear a chunk of flesh from Shangshan City.
When Yan Qingxue and Uncle Liang stepped outside, they saw that the City Lord's Manor was already surrounded by a crowd of Jianghu martial artists from Xiangnan.
A martial artist from the Jiuhua Sword Sect said coldly, "Have you people of Shangshan City prepared to hand over control of Shangshan City and its trade routes?"
A loyal martial artist of Shangshan City stepped forward and shouted, "In your dreams! Miss led us step by step to build Shangshan City into what it is today, yet now you want to reap the rewards without lifting a finger. Why should you? Besides, how are you any different from bandits?"
The other martial artists willing to live and die alongside Shangshan City also glared furiously at those people.
In truth, the distinction between righteous and evil in Xiangnan had never been so clear-cut.
Perhaps because Xiangnan bordered the