Western district, Shixiu Ward, seven in the evening.
Guan Wuzuo, leader of the Green Lion Gang, was leisurely drinking and chatting with a dozen or so of his subordinates.
As a high-ranking Soul King, he held an unshakable position within the gang, while its other Soul King, the second-in-command Min Zhiyun, was his sworn brother.
During the feast, someone asked, "Boss, what realm do you think that lord from the Chen Clan has reached to be so powerful?"
Guan Wuzuo took a small sip of wine and said slowly, "Indeed. Yesterday, Sword Qi split the heavens. Even its fading radiance lingered for a full quarter of an hour."
"That wasn't all," another subordinate added. "Word of the battle at the Ji Family that night has spread like wildfire. They say that the moment that lord struck, he unleashed an earth-shaking Soul Skill. A dome of light hundreds of meters across lit up the sky, clearly visible for ten li around."
Min Zhiyun spoke up as well. "A Titled Douluo stands at the very pinnacle of Soul Masters. How could ordinary folk like us presume to fathom such a person?"
Guan Wuzuo nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Someone like that is far beyond us. We'd do better not to discuss him too much."
Yet Min Zhiyun changed tack. "Still, now that he's here, the conflicts in our city should quiet down considerably."
The subordinates nodded and began discussing the recent upheavals in Chang'an City.
Bloody clashes had broken out one after another in the southern district. The Green Lion Gang was based in the west, not far from the city gate, but with an army camp guarding the northwest, it had yet to be caught up in the turmoil.
The southwest, however, was anything but peaceful. The leaders of several factions had