By sunrise, the story of the masked warrior dismantling Captain Mo had spread from the tea houses on Copper Kettle Road to the lowest servant dormitories near the eastern gates.
Disciples who had spent months hiding their copper coins and chewing bitter tree bark to avoid Zhao Feng’s exorbitant medicine rates gathered openly in the alleys of Millstone Lane. The sight of the proud enforcer captain being carried away on a wooden stretcher, his cultivation shattered and his limbs twisted like broken branches, permanently destroyed the illusion of the Law Enforcement Hall's invincibility.
Zhao Feng’s official medicine stalls sat completely deserted. The enforcers stationed at the booths shouted threats and pounded their weapons against wooden tables, but not a single disciple stepped forward
