The night in Chengchuan City grew peaceful once again, but beneath that peace, an even greater storm was brewing. Thanks to Chen Haotian's swift and ruthless methods, the martial cultivators and Hanchuan Sect members at the warehouse had been almost entirely wiped out, with only a few escaping in a panic. Yet tonight's operation was not merely a blow to the Hanchuan Sect; it made him realize that the waters in this city ran far deeper than he had imagined.
**The Hanchuan Sect's Fury**
Far away, in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, Hanchuan Sect Master Han Wuji wore a gloomy expression. The jade cup in his hand had already been crushed to powder, the fragments scattering across the floor to look particularly glaring alongside several urgent reports.
Chapter 39