Several corpses were hung on a wall at the edge of the Imperial Garden, their blood having already dried and crusted on the stone, an unsettling sight.
Lu Chang'sheng knew, and so did everyone else—this was a warning, a brutal lesson to the rest.
As for those Qi Cultivation cultivators who didn't show up last night, there they were. From nearby whispers, Lu Chang'sheng learned it wasn't over yet; clansmen from those families would be sent out as the vanguard.
But as for what being the vanguard meant, Lu Chang'sheng couldn't figure it out at first.
It wasn't until they were called up onto the city wall that the meaning became clear.
Hundreds of cultivators were herded outside the wall, over a dozen late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators watching them like hawks.
"Those are all from those families," Fang Shan whispered as he came over.
Fang Shan felt an ever-growing respect toward Lu Chang'sheng.
