The Qingyi Gang had dominated Taiyuan Prefecture for nearly thirty years, their headquarters expanding almost every year into a dense sprawl of buildings.
Within were several lavish and magnificent courtyards, which served as venues for the Prefecture City's elite to feast and gather.
But now.
Before their eyes.
A scene of utter devastation.
The beams, burnt to charcoal, vaguely retained the shape of a house, but everything inside had long since turned to ash.
The standing water on the ground was blood-red, and bodies that had yet to be dealt with were piled to one side.
"Young Master Zhu."
Zhou Ruxuan extended a hand, leading the way.
"This way."
"We've gotten to know each other a bit. Continuing to call you Young Master Zhu feels a little distant. You don't mind if I call you Brother Zhu, do you?"
"..." Zhu Ju turned his head, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Of course not."
