The Plague City's Hidden Doubts
A hundred and fifty li east of Luoyang lay Blackwind Ridge.
Another hundred li farther east was Lian City, where the Eight Desolations Sect was based.
Now, the land of Great Yi stood on the brink of chaos, yet had not quite descended into it, and the imperial court's strength was exceptionally hollow.
Thus, border strongholds like Lian City had already had most of their authority hollowed out by martial world forces such as the Eight Desolations Sect.
The Eight Desolations Sect's leader, Lei Zhenyue, was therefore effectively the city lord in all but name.
This was almost common knowledge throughout the martial world.
So, after learning it from that scholar at Rain-Listening Tower, Zhang Sanxian had not been charged a single coin.
At the time, he had found it rather strange.
Strange that Great Yi, as an imperial dynasty, could be so frail and weak.
It had actually allowed a martial sect from one region to seize the power of one of its cities.
By comparison, it was like Chen Haonan of Causeway Bay somehow rising through the underworld until he became the Governor of Hong Kong.
Yet after crossing a hundred li of dust and hardship and truly arriving at Lian City—
Zhang Sanxian realized that the scholar had spoken no falsehood.
The people guarding the high walls of this ancient city were, astonishingly, a group of martial artists dressed in matching fitted uniforms.
They were presumably disciples of the Eight Desolations Sect.
"Hey! You blind man, stop right there!"
At a crenel on the city wall, a burly man who wore a fitted uniform beneath a half-suit of armor, seemingly a minor leader, frowned at Zhang Sanxian as he approached from the wilderness outside the city. He shouted, "You! Where did you