One year and eight months after the third pursuit battle by the Yalong Clan.
Wei withdrew her finger from the brain matter of the Yalong Clan's king, she nodded thoughtfully, and then, without turning her head, said to the people behind her, "Clean this up."
Behind her, a group of high-ranking officials stood stiffly in place, each with their heads bowed in silence, not even daring to glance at Wei.
Wei walked a distance, yet heard no reply. Her face expressionless, she raised her hand; a faint glow flickered in her eyes. All the high-ranking officials present instantly clutched their heads in agony, falling to their knees, and pleas for mercy filled the air.
"Trash! Our Yalong Clan has become nothing but trash in your generation!"
