Morning arrived, but Hidden River Fortress was anything but peaceful.
The entire fortress had fallen into a state of chaos.
From the largest clans to the smallest street vendors, everyone was talking about only one thing.
Ross Oakley and his mysterious group.
The shocking events of the previous night had spread throughout the fortress like wildfire.
No matter where one went, discussions could be heard. Tea houses were packed. Markets were crowded.
Even cultivators who normally secluded themselves had come out to gather information.
Unfortunately, nobody seemed to know the truth. Rumors multiplied with every passing hour.
"They say the Ji Clan was wiped out last night."
"I heard the same thing."
A nearby cultivator lowered his voice.
"But where are the bodies? If an entire clan was slaughtered, there should be corpses everywhere."
"Exactly!"
Another person nodded repeatedly.
