A thousand miles away from Zhenyang City.
Zhenlian City.
This is the second-largest city under the jurisdiction of the Zhenyang Sect.
Unlike the bustling and vibrant Zhenyang City, now at 9 p.m., the streets of Zhenlian City are deserted, every household has shut their doors, and there isn't even a glimmer of candlelight.
It feels like a dead city.
Only from a guest courtyard in the City Lord's Mansion, occasional sounds of whipping and angry cursing can be heard.
The whip is heavy, the curses loud, echoing far and wide.
So much so that even the nearby residences can hear.
Inside a house, a woman holds a child in her arms, the little girl is full of fear and quietly says:
"Mother, the noise is so loud, won't it attract the monsters?"
The woman's body trembles slightly but she maintains a smile for the child, softly saying:
"Don't worry, with the City Lord and guards here, the monsters won't dare come."
