Ancient Market Town was a scene of devastation after the battle. More than half the houses near the South Street Temple Fair had collapsed.
Homeowners and tenants alike wanted to cry but had no tears. They poured into the streets, cursing the Inner City Long Clan and the Iron Banner Gang.
The other areas were far from peaceful, either. The Iron Banner Gang swept through the streets, hunting down the Long Clan's men. Along the way, they demolished over a hundred houses and left over a hundred corpses in the streets. More than twenty houses had also caught fire, and the flames were spreading.
After the Iron Banner Gang's sweep, some martial cultivators of unknown origins seized the opportunity to cause trouble. Robbery, theft, and murder for loot were everywhere.
All of Ancient Market Town was a pot of boiling chaos.
To be on the safe side, Chu Xisheng and his two companions boarded a ferry and left early after bidding Zuo Qingyun farewell.
He had actually wanted to wait a little longer and meet Tie Xiaosheng.
But by then, many greedy, hostile eyes had already begun watching them.
Chu Xisheng had no choice but to take precautions.
They were now carrying not only a large quantity of precious medicinal ingredients, but also banknotes worth a full nine hundred and twenty taels of demon silver, as well as a Seventh-Rank Rune Sword.
And in today's three arena matches, he had cost many people money. This upheaval in Ancient Market Town had started because of him, too.
There was no telling how many people in the market disliked him.
To be safe, they were better off returning to the West Bank as soon as possible.
Yet less than half a quarter-hour after the ferry set off, a burly figure came striding