That afternoon, Prefect Sikong Chan flew across the Divine Splendor River to Ancient Market Town on the opposite bank.
By then, the clouds and mist released from the Eastern City Eastern Wharf had been confined to a radius of three li around the wharf.
This was not because the Iron Banner Gang's spellcasters had lost their magical contest. Rather, the Eastern Province Governor-General had urgently invited a Fourth Rank spellcaster to cast a spell, greatly strengthening the river wind blowing down from upstream.
However, this spellcaster had only dispersed the mist above Ancient Market Town and Xiushui City, leaving the mist around the Eastern City Eastern Wharf entirely alone.
He did not wish to offend the Iron Banner Gang.
The identities of the Iron Banner Gang's mysterious experts indeed could not bear exposure.
But the prerequisite was that they must not be driven to a desperate struggle where the fish died and the net broke.
If these people were enraged enough to slaughter regardless of exposing their identities, the entire situation in Xiushui Commandery City would crumble.
Prefect Sikong Chan also clearly sensed the Eastern Province Governor-General's displeasure and pressure.
An hour earlier, he had received an official document personally drafted by the Governor-General. Its language showed no courtesy, stern and scathing as a tempest of thunder.
The attitude of Tianping Army Guerrilla General Wei Lai also offered a glimpse of this.
When Sikong Chan arrived at Ancient Market Town, Wei Lai, a trusted general of the Governor-General, actually ignored him and did not even send subordinates to receive him.
Sikong Chan glanced behind him again. Lei Yuan, the Academy Master of Zhengyang Martial Academy, was a hundred zhang away.
With a saber on his back and his hands clasped behind him, he followed openly and unabashedly, making no attempt