Yu Xiaoshan panted for a long while before saying helplessly, "Those who serve as constables at the yamen have noses sharper than dogs'. Constable Mei has openly sided with the Divine Sword Sect. That means Magistrate Wen is about to tear off all pretense. Sealing off the village is likely only the beginning. What comes next will be hard for our Divine Bow Sect."
Liu Yitian remained silent.
"Back then, Old Seventh's father was angered to death by Magistrate Wen and his younger brother over that fan. Now they want to wipe us out completely, to uproot the Divine Bow Sect root and branch."
"Don't mention the fan in front of Old Seventh. That child has suffered too much," Liu Yitian said.
Yu Xiaoshan sneered. "Mr. Gangfeng, famous for his integrity, cleared an injustice and saved a life, leaving behind a calligraphy fan for the wronged victim. Who would have thought that the younger brother of a later county magistrate would seize it through trickery and force? Not only that, the victim was angered to death alive. What kind of fucking ghost of a world is this? Every time I see that tattered fan on Old Seventh's waist, it leaves a bitter taste in my heart."
"Let's go back. Li Keqing will have a way."
Night fell, and some of the people outside Wang Family Village gradually departed.
Those who had come from afar could not simply return home. They could only wait helplessly.
Some gangs within the city used every sort of persuasion to draw away a portion of the people. For those they truly could not sway, they began revealing their gang affiliations and making outright threats.
Chen Xiaosi silently squatted not far from the Northern Passage Escort Agency's camp. Wrapped in a thin, filthy, tattered cotton coat,