The next day, Yun Du City was abuzz with discussions about the trial of the Four Holy Gate that had taken place the previous day. In every street and alley, and in all the teahouses and restaurants, everyone was focused on the event.
Ironically, the most talked about were not Zhang Zhiyun or Murong Ziyi, who had previously received the most attention.
"You know, it's really not easy to judge a book by its cover."
"Isn't that the truth?" some people in the teahouse nodded repeatedly. Who could have imagined that the usually amiable and adorable chubby little Zhang Xiaoyun, who everyone thought was the mascot of the Heavenly Master Mansion, could actually be such a formidable figure.
When the news first came out, many people were skeptical.
"Do you think the severe slaughter was the intention of the Heavenly Master Mansion?"