Only after the clash at the Porcelain Quarter warehouse had ended and the culprit had fled far away did the Gouchen Tribe warriors responsible for keeping order finally arrive to clean up the mess.
Dongfang Shangqing was Prince Liang's youngest son, a sensitive figure whose affairs involved diplomatic relations between two countries. The chiefs of all the major tribes therefore came to inquire and offer their condolences to their honored guest in the little street. Even Fan Qinghe was there, and reprimands could faintly be heard:
"Such outrageous audacity! Which tribe did the attacker belong to? Hand him over within three days and give Young Master Shangqing an explanation, or else..."
Meanwhile, at the distant porcelain market, warriors had sealed off the warehouse district to keep bystanders away. Ye Jingtang, who had changed back into his normal clothes, stood with Perfected Person Xuanji in a secluded spot, watching from afar.
Niao Niao had burrowed beneath the wolf-head mask, exposing one large eye through an eyehole, and was quite convincingly throwing its head back to howl at the sky:
"Hoo-wooo~~"
Seeing Dongfang Shangqing maintaining his usual composure while dealing with the tribal chiefs, Ye Jingtang could not help worrying that he had not done the job properly. He asked:
"Did I not hit him hard enough? It doesn't look like Dongfang Shangqing was frightened."
Perfected Person Xuanji folded her arms and shrugged slightly.
"When members of the imperial family travel abroad, they have to maintain their dignity even if their heads fall off. From what I can see, Dongfang Shangqing probably won't be sleeping tonight. If you think that wasn't enough, you can secretly sprinkle some Dreamlike Illusion Powder on him. I guarantee he'll be so frightened he'll summon Hu Yanjing to guard his door like a door god."
Ye Jingtang