The battle was over.
People streamed in and out of the City Lord's Mansion. With the City Lord absent, Ye Xiu could only make the arrangements for the aftermath himself.
The City Lord's Mansion and the surrounding residential neighborhoods were devastated, with heavy casualties. Ye Xiu had just finished directing the killing array. Though exhausted in body and mind, he dared not slacken for a moment. Forcing himself to endure his injuries, he swiftly issued a series of orders, and order began to emerge from the chaos.
Squads of mansion guards and guards from the great families were organized. Their first priority was to thoroughly sweep the battlefield, extinguish lingering embers, and search for wounded survivors and enemies who might have slipped through the net.
The bodies of the fallen were carefully gathered and separated into friend and foe, awaiting burial or identification by their families.
For the civilians whose homes had been destroyed in the fighting, the City Lord's Mansion immediately opened undamaged public buildings as temporary shelters and urgently dispatched food, clean water, and clothing from its warehouses.
Meanwhile, large numbers of craftsmen and laborers were mobilized to clear the rubble and prepare to rebuild the houses.
Batch after batch of healing pills was also brought from the Alchemist Association and delivered to the wounded. Physicians worked tirelessly in makeshift medical shelters throughout the area.
Seeing that the City Lord's Mansion had everything well organized, Xiao Tianhao left with the girls.
Xiao Tianhao brought the two girls to the nearby Tofu Shop outside the City Lord's Mansion.
Little Wan'er had already fallen asleep. A five-year-old child, she had suffered such a devastating blow and spent nearly two days awake in fear. Once Xiao Tianhao helped her and she finally relaxed, she naturally could not hold out any longer.