Qing Chen played his part as a "pillar of Great Jin" to the utmost. He had established the authority he needed to establish, and dumped every rotten account that needed dumping onto Yunzhou's Provincial Governor Mei Zhili and the Governor-General's Office's Chief Secretary Li Wenbi.
Above the ruins of Faneng Temple, lingering snow covered blood, and broken walls buried scriptures.
Mei Zhili stood in the snowy mud, his expression even uglier than the ruined wall behind him; Li Wenbi was rather steadier, knowing that Qing Chen would not trust him.
Yet Qing Chen did not spare either man another glance.
He merely waved his sleeve lightly. Xin Bairen, Xu Jiuling, Jia Daoyi, and the others immediately took their orders and departed, sorting and loading the captured treasures and case files, śarīras and remains, Buddhist Sect dharma artifacts, stockpiled spiritual materials, and the seven or eight Faneng Temple Treasure Ships that were still reasonably intact.
Once the seals on the belly holds of the five Mountain-Carrying Treasure Ships descended, the seven or eight treasure ships seized from Faneng Temple also changed to the Governor-General's Office's temporary colors, taking up positions at the rear of the main force and silently following the Cangming Army's fleet.
On the morning of the tenth day, the snow finally stopped for a while.
Outside the ruins of Faneng Temple, the four hundred thousand troops of the Cangming Dao Army assembled again, different from the grim, murderous weariness they had carried immediately after the bloody battle ten days earlier.
Now every cultivator brimmed with energy, their enchanted armor polished to a gleam, with even a little indescribable ease and smug satisfaction in their eyes.
They felt refreshed in body and spirit!
Over those ten days, Governor-General Qing had not subjected them to relentless drilling. Instead, he