The storm had passed, but Chuzhou City remained unsettled.
The prefecture had been razed, and the entire city was abuzz with discussions about the great battle and curiosity about Li Fan's identity.
In the courtyard of the inn, everything seemed quite calm.
Li Fan and his companions sat in the courtyard drinking, with Liu Ji attending to them and pouring wine for everyone.
She had long become obedient and her resentment towards Li Mountain had dissipated.
The demeanor of these Li Mountain Great Sword Cultivators made her admire them.
"Thank you, uncles and brothers, for making the trip. It's been hard on you," Li Fan raised his cup to express his gratitude.
"Brother Xiao Fan, there's no need to be so polite, we came back this time just to see you," Ji Hua replied with a smile.
"What, you don't plan on staying?" Mo Yang looked at Ji Hua, "I intended to keep the position of the peak master open for you."
