The treasury of Blackwater Stronghold's City Lord's Mansion was not far from Fang Ao's residence.
By the time Chen Shi'an reached the treasury, Liu Sanyuan and his men had already taken control of the place.
However, Liu Sanyuan had strictly forbidden anyone from entering and stationed heavy guards around the treasury.
Naturally, those guards posed no obstacle to Chen Shi'an.
Under cover of darkness, he easily slipped into the courtyard housing the treasury, used Fang Aotian's key to open its doors, and entered without a sound.
About an incense stick's worth of time later, Chen Shi'an emerged from the treasury with a brilliant smile on his face.
Blackwater Stronghold's reputation for wealth was well deserved.
Inside Chen Shi'an's Graveyard Space, supplies were piled into a mountain: weapons, precious ores, silver, banknotes, gold rarely seen in the Desolate Ruins, cultivation manuals, pills, and even Demon Cores...
There was simply too much. Chen Shi'an had been so busy taking everything that he had not had time to count it.
The Fang family had run Blackwater Stronghold for over three hundred years. Several generations had worked together to squeeze this much fat and marrow from the people, all so it could await its true owner, Chen Shi'an.
When Chen Shi'an left Blackwater Stronghold's City Lord's Mansion, thick smoke was already billowing from its treasury, which had become a sea of fire.
He went up to the second floor of the building diagonally opposite the City Lord's Mansion, where Liu Qingyi was waiting.
She stood quietly by the window, gazing at the City Lord's Mansion, where cries of battle still rang out. The hatred in her eyes had faded, replaced by ease and release.
"Master, thank you."
Upon seeing Chen Shi'an come upstairs, she immediately cupped her hands in salute and thanked