Wen Ping nodded, wiped the blood off the blade of the Night Demon, then sheathed it.
However, when Wen Ping returned, Lu Yue was already gone, and the urn that was meant to hold Ah Ye’s ashes was gone, too.
The fire in the furnace was still burning vigorously, just as when Wen Ping had left.
The busy workers noticed Wen Ping coming in, scrutinized him, and quickly said, "Boss, the young lady left a moment ago. She asked me to tell you she’s sorry and that she owes you her life."
"Hmm."
Wen Ping didn’t question, just nodded.
Because he knew it would be redundant to ask where Lu Yue had gone.
As he turned his head, he saw Yu Mo standing there. The excitement from killing moments ago was gone, and he approached, patting Wen Ping’s shoulder, and said in a slightly world-weary voice, "Life is just like that. You can wield power and control others’ lives, but there are many things you cannot control."
When he said this, Wen Ping smiled.
He chuckled to himself; was this a lone ranger’s seasoned insight after a life of experiences?
Half an hour later.
The place was surrounded by soldiers from the City Lord’s Mansion. Hua Liao was terrified when he arrived after hearing the news. Maybe he was praying in his heart, maybe pleading, but in any case, he wouldn’t accept what had already occurred.
When he pushed through the crowd and saw Mo Ying and the others lying on the ground, Hua Liao staggered and nearly fell over.
Those around began whispering among themselves when they saw this scene.
"What’s happened to the Kao Shan Sect people?"
"Look at Hua Liao’s heart-wrenching expression; who were those who died? Weren’t they all core disciples of the Kao Shan Sect?"
"Maybe so. Look, even the Deputy City Lord is here. Those who died here surely had notable status."
"Let go!" Hua Liao shouted angrily, then remained silent, staring ahead.
Hua Liao seemed a fool, constantly failing.
First was Elder Rong.
Then Mo Ying and the Shadow Squad.
Law Enforcement Hall, sword broken, its name was barely worth anything now!
"Wen Ping! Immortal Sect!"
Hua Liao shouted angrily, then spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground before him. Vision darkening, he swayed like a tumbler, and his attendants quickly supported him.
But the ones who supported him couldn’t lift his disoriented spirit or heal his shattered heart.