At the Wolong Sect, the Daoist priests of the Jing faction, led by Wang Fu, stood in the center of the courtyard in silence, their faces pale with fear. Surrounding them were the young, terrified disciples of the Wu faction, their expressions showing clear signs of panic.0

The Wolong Sect, with over a hundred people, had gathered in the courtyard. All around them were soldiers from the Yue Empire, dressed in armor, each exuding an intimidating aura and considerable martial prowess.0

Several hundred soldiers had completely surrounded the temple, cutting off any means of escape.0

Wang Fu, summoning what little courage he had left, smiled ingratiatingly at a middle-aged man, who appeared to be a general.0

"Great, sir," said Wang Fu, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "The Wolong Sect has always been peaceful and has never sought conflict. Now that the Hu Empire has fallen to the Yue Empire, we naturally recognize the Yue Empire as our ruler."0

The middle-aged general was seated comfortably in a grand chair. This was the old...0