Zhang Yu stood before the grand terrace of the manor's waterside pavilion, the Cicada Cry Sword hanging at his waist, his hands tucked behind his sleeves as he gazed at the clear, pristine lake ahead. Green mountains on either shore faded into the clouds like pale ink wash, while cranes occasionally skimmed over the water, followed at once by long, distant echoes from the sky.
For the past few days, he had remained stationed within the Liang Province manor. Reports had continually arrived from every province and county, and with cultivators assisting them, most of the Inspection Office's operations had gone smoothly.
With Supervisory Envoy Meng Yan cooperating, matters had become much easier.
To the two prefectures of Qingyang as they now stood, the Profound Residence was an outside force. Many matters were not easy to carry out and could readily meet resistance.
Yet Supervisory Envoy Meng Yan was originally charged with overseeing all levels of the two prefectures. Once he exerted himself, many people thought only of how to avoid trouble rather than how to resist.
Now, all trustworthy cultivators and Inspection Office personnel across Qingyang Continent were moving at top speed. Flying vessels and streaks of light traveled everywhere. Though this would inevitably stir some unrest, there was no time to concern themselves with that.
If these Creator doubles had had their consciousness controlled, they might unknowingly commit acts that violated the regulations. The faster they moved, the less damage those people could cause.
Still, he knew in his heart that if the person behind this had released these Creators merely to delay him for the moment, they would most likely make a move at this time as well.
Thus, during these days, he had also secretly deployed personnel to keep constant watch over the situation both within