Messages came in one after another through the conversations, and only then did Zhou Changwang gain a rough understanding of the situation outside.
Not long afterward,
one market guard after another, dressed in standard-issue Dharma robes, came from afar.
Among them, a ruddy-faced middle-aged cultivator shouted, "Everything inside and outside the market is normal. It is still managed by our Bai Lineage.
Everyone may go out and trade freely.
Whether inside or outside, if any houses have been damaged, you may report it to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall yourselves. Someone will arrange repairs in due course.
Our Bai Lineage's patriarch is kindhearted and cannot bear to see everyone spend too much. He has promised that all repair costs will be charged at only half price.
Furthermore, our Bai Lineage solemnly declares that fighting is forbidden both inside and outside the market. Whoever is discovered doing so will be killed without mercy..."
After all that had been said, the guard squad dispersed in turn, entering household after household to conduct visits and registrations.
Their main purpose was to confirm whether the homeowners were alive, whether anyone still lived there, how many residents there were, and so on.
Only after the group had left did Zhou Changwang truly relax.
It was over.
The chaos was truly over.
The market had not changed hands. The Bai Lineage was still in power.
For low-level Rogue Cultivators like them, this was instead a good thing.
Because it meant stability.
If another battle like this broke out, he did not dare guarantee that he would be so lucky and safe again.
"As for repairing the house..."
Zhou Changwang glanced at the courtyard he rented. The main gate had been blasted open with a hole by last night's ice-arrow attack. Though he had patched it with