The dust settles amidst the storm

Unbeknownst to Mo Tianze and Feng Jiao Xue. While they where dealing with the flower below, chaos bloomed in Yin City like a poisoned flower.

It hadn't even been a full day since the City Lord's death before the streets were filled with blood.

At first, it started with whispers, sharp, hungry ones. The City Lord was dead. That means the seat is open once again. The most coveted position in the city was now nothing more than a glittering throne made of blood and opportunity.

May the strongest rule!

It didn't take long for greed to ignite action.

By nightfall, factions had already formed. Mercenary bands and cultivator clans carved out corners of the city like wolves circling a wounded beast. Temporary alliances were struck in the shadows, promises of power made with smiles sharp as knives. Friends from yesterday turned to rivals by morning.

It was every man for himself.