Seize the Fugitive!

Early in the morning, a troop of the fourth prince’s men had gathered by the doors of the Residence of Yun.

The fourth prince had sent a good amount of people; five hundred armored guards had arrived and assembled in front of the Residence of Yun with much fanfare.

The handful who were defeated yesterday stood at the forefront of the troop.

Although their aura was intimidating, no one dared to charge in by force and stood to wait outside the doors.

Their intention was clear though – they would not give up as long as their goal was not achieved.

People who passed by hastened their steps, afraid that they would fall victim to the commotion. Even those who were slightly braver only took a second glance before they, too, passed by quickly.

By the looks of it, the Residence of Marquis Yun had found themselves in big trouble.

It was at this time when a few loud voices hollered out aggressively.

"Give way, give way! What’s going on with such a big group of people here?"