"If we could hold out a little longer, the money from the distillery could put out the fire at our brows. But the distillery is still being set up, and it can't spare much money just yet," Li Qingxian said.
"Go back for now. This isn't something we can solve," Zhou Hen said.
After taking his leave of Zhou Hen, Li Qingxian walked along, lost in thought. Before he reached the left room of the Northern Route Office, he heard angry curses coming from beneath the courtyard's great pagoda tree.
"Those bastards from the Devil Sect are fucking animals! I watched Little Zhang get hit by a boulder as tall as a man. I... ah..."
"Those dog-fucked bastards at the Ministry of Justice are vicious. The rebels ran circles around them, and when they couldn't claim any credit, they went out of their way to ruin ours."
"It's not just us. The Divine Capital Yamen, the Military and Horse Bureau, and the North Prosper Guard are all cursing the Ministry of Justice. Word has spread throughout the Divine Capital. The whole city is cursing the Devil Sect."
"Heh, what good does cursing do? How many years have we been cursing the Devil Sect? Isn't Depu, just outside the city, a scar on the faces of everyone in the Divine Capital? Have we torn it off? We can't! They created Dead Devil Lands right beneath the emperor's feet. What wouldn't they dare do?"
"Ah, those poor brothers who were buried..."
"Thank goodness Master Li kept watch there and used Fate Arts to find people. Otherwise, at least another hundred would've died. Those donkey-dicked bastards at court could've settled it just by sending someone of Upper Rank..."
"Forget it. Let's not talk about the higher-ups."
Li Qingxian gave a soft sigh and