The clamor of the Qiányuán Sect Market was like a boiling cauldron of oil, and it took several days to finally quiet down a little.
In front of the main gate of the Nameless Chamber of Commerce, carriages still formed an endless stream and horses a bustling dragon. Wan Qing and the Batu Brothers were running themselves ragged, forced not only to handle the unceasing stream of well-wishers, but also to carefully screen and filter the visiting cards and "good intentions" delivered from all directions until their faces were practically stiff from smiling.
The backyard area, however, was heavily guarded by disciples from the Qiányuán Sect's Enforcement Hall and the chamber's guards in three tight inner and outer circles, forbidding any idlers or outsiders from coming within half a step.
Chapter 639