Jiang Ding's figure appeared on the ground, his Divine Sense scanning in all directions.
The chaos caused by the group of Foundation-building cultivators had already subsided. Under the joint attack of the close guard maids and the Law Enforcement Hall cultivators, the rebellious Foundation-building cultivators died, their blood and severed limbs and arms scattering across the stone pavement of the streets. Those willing to surrender and who had not caused significant casualties were fined and let go.
"Young Master."
Gong Caiyu, Xia Tu, and the other maids kneeled in salute, their swords already sheathed, with faint blood stains visible on their dresses.
"You still need more practice."
Jiang Ding said.
