Unwelcome guests had descended upon West River Courtyard.
The protective shield from the White Cloud Array, which had once enveloped the entire courtyard, was now gone. The array's Array Bead and the Array Flags scattered throughout the grounds were all shattered to pieces.
Blood trickled from the corners of Li Hejun's and Hong Fu's mouths. They had been beaten so badly they could no longer fight back.
Not far away, a squad of blue-robed cultivators was carrying away the Printing Machine, along with stacks of storybooks whose ink was still wet.
"Tell Lü Zhong to hand over the original manuscript for the story within ten days. Otherwise, he'll face the consequences!" the leader of the group, a thin, beardless old man in a simple Cicada Robe, ordered the two women on the ground.
Once the sound of footsteps faded into the distance, the two women finally mustered enough strength to struggle up from the ground.
At that moment, Hong Fu's expression was grim.
