Twenty days had passed since Yang Qing and the others left Urn City.
At first, having struck an alliance under duress with the Wengcheng City Lord, Yin Xian had behaved himself, waiting to take over as city lord a month later.
But somehow, he had caught wind of the fact that people had left Urn City without his knowledge.
An ominous premonition crossed his mind. He secretly sent men to investigate the whereabouts of Yang Qing and his three companions, but they found nothing.
His unease grew by the day.
Yet the Wengcheng City Lord spent every day busy putting the city's affairs in order, seemingly showing no sign of anything unusual.
A few more days passed, and Yin Xian could no longer restrain himself.
The continued uncertainty over Yang Qing and his companions' whereabouts remained a thorn in his heart.
"Gather our men and besiege the City Lord's Mansion immediately," Yin Xian ordered his subordinates.
From what he knew of Yang Qing, if the man were still in Urn City, he would never stand by and watch him do this.
That man's heart was as clear as a bright moon after rain. He had never thought anything of Yin Xian.
At his command, several thousand men surrounded the City Lord's Mansion with the speed of thunder that left no time to cover one's ears.
The Wengcheng City Lord clearly had not anticipated this move from Yin Xian.
Fortunately, he had already amassed a considerable force inside the City Lord's Mansion, so resisting Yin Xian's men did not leave them scrambling helplessly.
But this was no lasting solution.
Yin Xian's men had clearly come prepared. However determined the Wengcheng City Lord might be, he probably could not withstand them.
The Wengcheng City Lord recalled Yang Qing's words before leaving about