The Sword Pavilion and a large adjacent area were totally ruined.
Although a lot of people wanted this place, the flames on the ground hadn't extinguished yet. The big sects like the Heaven Alliance hadn't expressed exactly what they wanted. At the moment, nobody dared to intervene in this place.
Xu Que despised this place. Even if he had wanted to get this place for the Exploding Heavens Faction, he didn't want to waste his time setting up a branch here. After all, he would be leaving in one or two months and hopefully never coming back.
That night, Xu Que, Lan Xinyue, and the rest of their people went back to the hostel. This time, nobody dared to bother them. All the shops near the hostel were closed. Even the prostitutes chose to do all their business in other streets. This street, which used to be quite bustling with commerce, was as quiet as a ghost town.
