Uprooting Towering Trees!

As night fell, there seemed to be a slight chill in the air.

Prefect Li Mu paced back and forth in his room, his face filled with anxiety. During this time, he had tossed and turned in bed, finding it difficult to sleep, and he appeared to have aged considerably.

The Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert had become his constant worry.

If it were only the likes of the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert, Li Mu wouldn't be too concerned. Those wealthy merchants and nobles fretted over the blocked trade routes, but they would eventually pay and provide provisions, and the banditry would be quelled.

But with the involvement of the White Lotus Sect alongside the Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert, things took a turn for the worse.