At those words, Xie Tinglan's sword hand stopped in midair. Her chest heaved violently; she was clearly furious.
Qing Province's general mobilization order.
The Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.
Those two terms were like two basins of cold water poured over her raging anger.
She could disregard the Commander of a Prefectural City's Pacification Guard, but she could not disregard the dignity of the Qing Province Heaven Patrol Office, much less run afoul of the Trade and Commerce Office at such a critical juncture.
Although the Bamboo Creek Gate could blot out the sky with one hand in Yongzhou Prefecture, it had not yet reached the point where it could wrestle with the entire Qing Province Heaven Patrol Office.
She stared fixedly at Yi Yang, her gaze so vicious she seemed to want to gouge two chunks of flesh from him.
A full three breaths passed.
Her wrist flicked, and the Flexible Sword vanished into her sleeve.
"Let's go."
She coldly tossed out those words, turned, and went upstairs without looking back.
The Bamboo Creek Gate disciples glared fiercely at Yi Yang before following her.
A confrontation that had begun with a tiger's head ended with a snake's tail, dying down just like that.
Silence returned to the main hall, but the atmosphere was stranger than before.
Seeing that there was no more entertainment to be had, Meng Kuo curled his lips and called for his men to keep drinking, though their voices were much quieter now.
Yi Yang paid him no further attention.
He cupped his hands toward He Ming.
"Thank you for stepping in, Banner Commander He."
"Just doing my duty." He Ming nodded, then added, "Lord Yi, have your men settle in first."
Yi Yang nodded and had Xu Min take the men to book rooms.
He himself