Yin Xian's fate remained unknown. Without their leader, his soldiers had naturally become a heap of loose sand.
And just like that, the siege of Urn City was lifted.
The troops from the Western Regions withdrew without a sound, as though everything the people of Urn City had seen before had been nothing but an illusion.
For the past two days, the Wengcheng City Lord had been so busy his feet barely touched the ground.
Although the siege had been lifted, Yin Xian and his men had wreaked havoc throughout the city, damaging many homes and frightening countless commoners.
Besides, even the smallest conflict brought casualties.
The Wengcheng City Lord not only had to send men to repair the houses, but also console the families of those killed in the fighting. For a time, he was left running in circles.
Yet no matter how busy and chaotic things became, in the still of the night, his thoughts would occasionally turn to Yang Qing and the others.
Now that Urn City's crisis has been resolved, those men must have left as well, haven't they?
As he sighed to himself, a servant came to report that visitors had arrived.
Visitors at this hour of the night were hardly an ordinary matter.
The Wengcheng City Lord threw on a robe and went out. The moment he entered the courtyard, he saw four men standing beneath the moonlight—Yang Qing, Jiang Zhizhou, and their companions.
"It was only thanks to your righteous intervention that the people of Urn City were kept safe."
The Wengcheng City Lord bowed sincerely to the four of them.
Had they not devised a way to bring reinforcements from the Western Regions, Urn City would probably have fallen into Yin Xian's hands long ago.
Yang Qing reached out to stop the