The night was deep.
The disciples in the courtyard gradually dispersed.
Chen Qing, Qin Lie, Luo Qian, Zhengzi Bridge, and the other Core Disciples stood respectfully inside the main hall.
Zhou Liang sat upright in his chair, a teacup in his hands. His brow was tightly furrowed, and he remained silent, as if lost in heavy thoughts.
"Father, everyone is here," Zhou Yu reminded him softly.
Only then did Zhou Liang raise his eyes. His gaze swept over the disciples present. "I've called you all here for two reasons."
"The first is the matter of Captain Pang's ambush."
At these words, everyone's expression turned grim.
The incident had already caused a storm of rumors throughout the city. The County Yamen was in an uproar, and Pang Qinhai's trusted men were frantically hunting for the culprits. A tense, foreboding atmosphere hung over all of Gaolin County.
