The Unsheathed Formless Sword

Whistling winds echoed through the night air as a raging inferno suddenly engulfed the Alchemy Pavilion of the Wang family.

The billowing flames illuminated the entire area, casting an eerie glow upon the surroundings.

Outside the Alchemy Pavilion, Fang Xiu and his companions, including Ji Mo, gazed at the sea of fire ahead.

Their faces bore no satisfaction, for murder and arson were not their initial intentions.

Those who had perished were already gone, forever departed, leaving the living to grapple with the consequences.

"Burn it ruthlessly," Ji Mo gritted his teeth.

"Young Master, what's next?"

Fang Ying inquired, looking toward Fang Xiu.

"Wang Family Company establishments, systematically ransack them, starting with the weapon forges," Fang Xiu declared, turning to head in the direction of the forge.

That night, Yulong City was destined for turmoil, and the Wang family was fated to find no peace.

"Look, there's a fire."