Yun Estate, Ether Cloud City.
"The damage?" Yun Wei asked. The Heads had gathered once more for another meeting.
"10 guards lost their life, 23 severely injured, and 15 with light injuries." The Head of the Jasmine Hall reported.
The conflict with the Dajian Sect had been ramping up. What had started with minor bickering quickly turned into physical confrontations and once blood had been drawn from both sides, it escalated into skirmishes.
"Induct the name of the deceased into the Hall of Martyrs and compensate their family. As for the injured, provide them with the best possible care." The Patriarch gave his orders.
Once Yun Meili broke through the encirclement around the city, trade had resumed and Ether Cloud was no longer in a desperate situation. Not only that, her very presence was like an executioner's axe that hung above the necks of the disciples of the Dajian Sect. Unable to handle the pressure, hundreds of them left, causing the encirclement to further weaken.