Though dealing with such a fool was revolting, even fools had their uses.
Now, for instance.
Yang Zong's utterly clumsy scheme to sow discord had actually convinced Guo Feng beyond doubt, even prompting him to name several Great Clans in one breath. Even Yang Zong could not help marveling.
To draw out more, Yang Zong even changed Guo Feng's quarters and his attitude toward him.
Naturally, Guo Feng worked even harder.
It was also at this time that disturbances of all kinds began breaking out in Liangzhou.
This was the Great Clans' counterattack, but beneath Ma Long's iron cavalry, any counterattack lost its effect.
Easy as Yang Zong's cleanup of the local Great Clans might have seemed, it was actually because he had struck swiftly, without dragging his feet, and had a list in hand.
Had he been a step slower during this process, the situation might have been entirely different.
But Yang Zong had acted with such decisiveness and struck so hard that he had given these people no chance to recover. The remaining Great Clans, however, had already made their preparations.
Still, Yang Zong was quite satisfied.
His gains this time were already considerable. Everyone who needed dealing with had been arrested; now he could interrogate them at leisure.
As for the work of civilization here, probably no one would dare meddle with it again.
Guo Feng underwent many interrogations during these days.
The old man still wore that fearless expression, firmly convinced that sooner or later these people would regret what they had done.
When he was brought back yet again, he looked at the despairing faces of the other Great Bu elders imprisoned with him and even sneered at them.
"I used to be the closest person to the Empress Dowager!"
"All these years, the Empress