In the Battle of Jinling, blood and fire engulfed the heavens, heads rolled, and bones piled like hills.
The Southern Heavenly Master Zhang Jingxuan and the court unleashed a thunderous strike, thoroughly intimidating the entire Jiangnan Dao.
The demons who were ready to stir, the bandits gathering in the mountains, and the local aristocrats who were accustomed to stirring up trouble in the shadows, were all doused as if with a basin of cold water from the Nine Netherworld, becoming silent as cicadas in winter.
There were no longer any rampant evil lackeys in the streets or alleys; nor were there any ferocious extortionists on the trade routes and waterways.
The land of Jiangnan, under the lingering power of steel and blood, unexpectedly ushered in a period of cautious, yet real, "peace".
However, the reckoning did not cease with the surface calm.
A decree from the Capital, like a bone-chilling wind, reached Jiangning Prefecture.
