Yun Tian and Ye Ziyun were talking and preparing to leave when reinforcements from the other families happened to arrive.
Yun Tian raised his hand and rubbed Ye Ziyun's head. She narrowed her eyes in contentment, like a kitten having its fur stroked. "Zi Yun, the reinforcements are here, and the Abyss Troll has been dealt with. I'll head out first," he said softly.
"Mm, Brother Yun Tian, I'll come find you as soon as I finish helping clean up here." Ye Ziyun looked up at him, her eyes brimming with excitement.
"All right."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Tian vanished into thin air without a trace.
The members of the families who had come to help immediately began organizing rescue efforts in an orderly fashion, comforting the wounded and clearing the battlefield, bustling with activity.
Meanwhile, Yun Tian had just reached a broken wall when his steps suddenly halted. His sharp gaze swept toward a certain direction, his eyes darkening briefly, before he continued on as though nothing had happened.
There was nothing where he had looked, only an inconspicuous patch of ashes on the ground. A gust of wind scattered them, as though they had never existed.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye. Though the uproar over the attack on the City Lord's Mansion gradually subsided, its aftershocks continued to ripple through the city. After this battle, Nie Li's reputation rose with the tide, reaching an unprecedented peak.
To celebrate the end of the crisis and strengthen ties among the great families, the Wind Snow Family arranged a grand banquet and sent out invitations far and wide. Naturally, Yun Tian was among those invited.
On the day of the banquet, guests gathered in droves. Nearly everyone from the great families had arrived.