Outside the East Tyrant Courtyard, the onlookers only dispersed after a long while, still reeling in shock.
Yet some people felt utterly depressed. After all that commotion, would the Eastern Tyrant Branch no longer hold promotional prize draws for its goods? The new Duanmu Grand Tyrant Judge had been angered to that extent—what event could they possibly hold now?
Elsewhere, Duanmu Chun led the others onward, the Army-Slaying Formation rolling ahead in mighty momentum.
Soon, they arrived at the Shaking Second District and descended directly into Yao Yulou's Yao Residence. In the days since Duanmu Chun's removal from office had been announced, he had been staying at Yao Yulou's home...
Even now, Duanmu Chun had not received a new transfer order and had no idea which Heavenly Tyrant Branch would be his next stop.
"Hahaha... satisfying!"
The moment they landed, Duanmu Chun finally threw back his head and laughed. The gloom from being forced out of office had been swept away completely.
As he laughed, his gaze fell on Sikong Jing beside him, and he could not help asking, "Brat Sikong, you actually survived? How did you escape Yin Henzi's demonic clutches?"
At Duanmu Chun's words, Yao Yulou, Weng Ting, and the others all turned their gazes toward Sikong Jing.
Every one of them was still exhilarated by what had just happened.
Only now did they suddenly realize that everything had been crazily turned around by Sikong Jing's appearance. Back in Eastern Spirit City, when Sikong Jing had been forcibly taken away by Yin Henzi, almost everyone had believed he was doomed.
Even though Sikong Jing had said then that he was confident he could survive, they had never imagined that he truly would.
That old monster Yin Henzi was a complete freak.
Sikong Jing blinked, then replied with