Although someone had complained in his diary that everyone in Heavenly Wonder Pavilion was from Heavenly Wonder Pavilion, in truth, they all held at least the post of pavilion officer. This place, larger than any city, also housed a great many ordinary people.
These ordinary people were naturally slaves.
Yet though they were slaves, each of them took pride in being able to serve here.
Because those who commanded them were not only cultivators, but also high-ranking court officials.
At this moment, weeping came from Zhang Dongzhi's residence.
Zhang Dongzhi's cultivation was mediocre, but he had a good maternal uncle. Combined with the considerable strength of the Zhang family, which could speak in both the imperial court and the immortal sects, Zhang Dongzhi had risen all the way from five or six years of cultivation until he finally attained the rank of twelfth-grade pavilion officer.
Thus, not only was his residence enormous, but it was also filled with servants.
Though only a few members of the Zhang family lived here, more than three hundred people attended to their food, clothing, daily lives, cultivation, and amusements.
But at this moment, the servants who normally regarded being slaves here as an honor were all trembling in fear, looking as though they wanted to cry but dared not let a sound escape.
Because, overwhelmed by grief and fury over Zhang Dongzhi's death, Zhang Dongzhi's mother had already beaten several servants to death.
And none of these servants dared even step aside to avoid her.
After all, from the moment they became slaves, nothing about them belonged to them anymore.
In a sense, they were merely a herd of Zhang family livestock that could speak.
Yun Shoutian strode in from outside, his face icy. Though he showed no further expression, it was clear that