Three hundred thousand "barbarians" surged into Linghua City, and the pedestrians on the streets had long since hidden away, not daring to roam the streets.
However, what puzzled them was that these bandits did not engage in the burning, killing, and looting they had imagined. Instead, they headed straight for the City Lord's residence with a purpose.
"Is this a rebellion?"
"It's strange, the city's army just let them break in?"
"It seems like the Immortals have drawn the army away. They've been patrolling the city all day, as if looking for some treasure, so there was no head-on conflict with the bandits."
"We should consider what's going to happen next."
The hearts of those inside the city were filled with trepidation.
But Meng Xiaolan paid no attention to the common people hiding in their houses and cellars; her mind was occupied by one thought—had they really entered so easily?
She had thought there would be a fight for some time, but never expected it to be this easy.
