Fang Qianyuan's raid immediately left the entire Ten Thousand Poisons Valley hearing enemies in every gust of wind and cry of a crane, plunging it into a state of high alert in preparation for battle.
This made life miserable for Bo Shiyong, who was hiding on the island. At first, he thought he had been exposed and spent his days in constant dread. Once he learned that Fang Qianyuan had caused all this trouble, he could not help seething.
"This Grand Elder Fang acted on his own without coordinating with us at all. He's really landed us in a pit!"
But Fang Qianyuan had already left the island. Even if he had not, given his status and strength, there was no way Bo Shiyong could seek him out and demand an explanation.
Thus, however much Bo Shiyong complained, he could only leave things to fate.
All he could do was send orders for the other undercover operatives to keep a low profile and act cautiously.
What Bo Shiyong did not know was that the troops of the island's various factions, along with the guards responsible for its defense, shared his worries.
Although stopping Fang Qianyuan from sneaking in and wreaking havoc had been beyond their capabilities, pressure came down through every level, and they were still the ones worked to the bone.
Everyone was mobilized to join intensive patrols and inspections.
Meanwhile, more and more people were assigned to combat units, liable to be sent into battle at any moment.
The Ten Thousand Poisons Valley had never been a particularly powerful faction. Its dominance extended only to the Outlaw Martial World.
After an attack by an expert like Fang Qianyuan, anyone would have been forced to consider the implications.
Had the Righteous Path finally lost patience with the Ten Thousand