Han Anbo took out a whistle and blew three times.
Squad after squad of Inner Factory eunuchs and Patrol Bureau Night Guards emerged from all directions, plunging into the Soft Jade Pavilion like blades in the night.
Dao cultivators' talismans fluttered across the sky, sealing off the inside from the outside.
Led by three Fourth Rank masters, over a hundred Entry Rank cultivators from various schools slipped inside without a sound. Anyone who resisted was either knocked unconscious or killed.
The Old Sound Quarter glittered with lights and flowed with wine. Inside the Soft Jade Pavilion, lives were cut down like grass without a sound.
A quarter of an hour later, dozens of corpses lay piled into a small hill in the Soft Jade Pavilion's main hall.
Blood flowed, and flies and mosquitoes swarmed.
To the left of the mound of corpses, the Soft Jade Pavilion's people lay like dead dogs, their acupoints sealed.
Some were terrified, while others' eyes flashed with hatred etched into their bones.
To the right of the corpse mound, the guests lay sprawled like torn sacks, unspeakable fear on every face.
Before the mound lay heaps of gold, silver, jewels, antiques, paintings, and calligraphy.
Zhang Yulin lay motionless among the others, desperately signaling Fei Yan with his eyes.
Yet Fei Yan, the supervising officer of the Patrol Bureau's Northern Route Office in charge of the arrests, acted as though he had not seen Zhang Yulin. He kept leafing through the collected evidence, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyes smiling.
Finally, Fei Yan let out a long sigh. "Who would have thought that the renowned Soft Jade Pavilion was actually a Nether Mountain stronghold? Traitors and rebels deserve death at anyone's hands. Take everyone to the Imperial Prison and interrogate them one