Gusu was still in chaos. Tang Wanzhuang took charge of dealing with the affairs involving the Maitreya Cult within the city, launching a purge of forces that were related to either the Maitreya Cult or the Lu Clan.0

During this time, the Tang Clan was in mourning. The rounds of sword qi that had been unleashed by the vicious sword had claimed many lives, with further casualties from the stampede that had ensued due to panic. The earlier conflict with the Lu Clan had also resulted in some casualties. While the worst was over for the Tang Clan, nearly every household within the clan had suffered deaths, and the decline of the clan’s power was undeniable.0

Even Tang Wangsheng himself had suffered serious injuries amid the turmoil and now had to recuperate. During this, Tang Buqi took over the reins, attempting to unravel the tangled mess within the clan.0

Zhao Changhe lay in the guest house, wrapped up tightly in bandages. He looked every bit as miserable as Wan Dongliu had when they had last met. His eyes wandered around dizzily as he lay on the bed. At the moment, he could not even turn his head.0

“Sisi, did you really have to wrap the bandages this tightly? I feel like you did this on purpose...”1

Sisi lounged lazily on a nearby recliner,...0