Night fell.
The situation in the palace had become clear, and soldiers had even appeared in White Jade City to maintain order. Even so, the various sects, like the Cyan Yuan Sect and the Celestial One Water Palace, had not dispersed. Instead, they all remained in the Cyan Yuan Pavilion.
Just because the situation had become obvious didn't mean the threat was gone. The major sects had all suffered heavy losses, so they were naturally on high alert. They arranged for their disciples to patrol at night, wary of other factions making a move.
This wasn't their own sect's territory; it was hard to say whether it was truly safe.
Yang Chan was in the infirmary, but he wasn't asleep. He was waiting, feeling just as uneasy as everyone else.
Xu Gaocen had come by in the afternoon but had since returned to rest. Apparently, pulling an all-nighter had taken a serious toll on the older man.
