The days after the Black Wolf Guild's destruction passed quietly. For most people, peace had returned to the Black Plain City. But under that calm surface, one name had begun to dominate every whisper — Feng Yun.
Whether it was the cultivators who saw him fight or the merchants who benefited from his growing shop, everyone now recognised the young man with the spear and the mysterious background.
No one dared provoke him anymore.
After all, Feng Yun was the man who wiped out the Black Wolf Guild overnight — and lived to tell the tale.
At this moment, Feng Yun sat in the inner chamber of his mansion. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of spiritual energy coming from the items scattered across his desk — jade slips, small bottles, and glowing talismans.
