Evening drew near. Most of the setting sun had sunk below the horizon, and the sky had turned a deep blue.
Inside the General's Mansion.
Lü Suhu still stood on the highest floor of the Star-Ascending Tower, gazing out over the buildings of Martial Might Commandery City.
How triumphant he had been when he replaced the old general as the master of Martial Might Commandery City.
Now, however, he was like a vicious tiger, restless and agitated.
Because he felt someone had set their sights on him.
As though a seasoned hunter had secretly marked him as prey and was laying traps for him.
"Whoever you are..."
"I will find you... and cut you into a thousand pieces!"
Lü Suhu's voice was grim.
"General!"
"We still haven't found Mr. Yuan."
A commander of the Flying Eagle Guard entered, a longsword at his waist.
His name was Song Qing. He was Lü Suhu's trusted subordinate and had braved life and death with him for many years.
After ambushing and killing the old general, Lü Suhu had also purged some of the old general's fiercely loyal subordinates and installed his own men in their places.
Of all those men, Song Qing alone had Lü Suhu's complete trust.
"It seems we won't find him."
"The Void Cult's forces in the city were uprooted almost overnight."
"It seems Yuan Cheng was right. There really is a faction hiding in the city, planning to move against us."
Lü Suhu's expression was dark.
The General's Mansion owed much of its firm control over Martial Might Commandery City to the Void Cult.
They were effectively spies everywhere, providing a constant stream of intelligence.
Now that every Void Cult hideout had been wiped out, it was as though he had lost his eyes.
Under these circumstances, Lü Suhu