After learning of Peace Prefecture's current situation, Li Xuancang temporarily set aside his personal vendetta, yet the vigilance and killing intent in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.
He knew that the present calm was merely an undercurrent lying dormant for the moment.
The Iron Fist Sect harbored deep resentment, and the major martial sects nursed grievances. They would surely wait for an opportunity to retaliate.
Profound Yin Old Man lurked in the shadows like a venomous snake, capable of springing out at any moment.
Prince Fu's rebel forces from Cloud Prefecture lay hidden throughout Peace Prefecture, ready at any time to employ vicious schemes.
In troubled times, enemies stood on every side, and danger had never truly gone away.
Half a month later, the conflict between the army and the Iron Fist Sect gradually subsided, but everyone knew that both sides were acting in secret, waiting for the chance to deliver a fatal blow.
Liu Qingyun led the army back to the military camp.
Du Tianfeng made no attempt to conceal his favoritism toward Li Xuancang and swiftly replenished the men he had lost.
"Li Xuancang is immensely powerful, and Captain Du fully supports him. I do not have the slightest chance."
After the battle in Blessed Abundance Commandery, Liu Qingyun had witnessed Li Xuancang's terrifying strength and seen Du Tianfeng's support for him. He could only painfully relinquish the authority in his hands.
"With the situation so chaotic now, becoming a Thousand-Man Commander may not be a bad thing."
Liu Qingyun swiftly made his decision and became a Thousand-Man Commander.
From then on, Li Xuancang completely controlled the Third Battalion.
As the situation at the border grew increasingly tense, even ordinary citizens could feel the oppressive atmosphere within the city and were filled with anxiety.
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