The following dawn.
The raging wind and rain had ceased, and now the sky was high and clear with scattered clouds.
But the muddy mountain paths and the fallen branches and leaves scattered everywhere still bore witness to the severity of last night's storm!
Yu Feihong had already led his troops away.
He continued to hunt down those Martial World individuals who had freed the prisoners, not letting even one escape would truly erase the shame of the Imperial Guard Bureau!
Before leaving, however, Yu Feihong left a squad of elite guards for Wang Chen.
Clearly, Wan alone was not enough to give the supervisor true peace of mind!
Wang Chen did not decline.
At that time, a muscular Imperial Guard stepped into the great hall, knelt on one knee, and saluted with a fist: "Immortal Master."
Wang Chen finished his bowl of Spirit Rice porridge, nodded, and said, "Let's go."
After a pause, he added, "From now on, you don't need to kneel when saluting."