The chaos that had struck like a lightning bolt was resolved just as swiftly.

The disciples of Mount Hua sealed the martial arts of the surrendered and injured unorthodox sect members, then confined them in the warehouse of the Silver River Merchant Guild.

Ironically, these individuals finally found themselves inside the very treasure-filled warehouse they had long desired. Whether they would find joy in that was another matter entirely.

Mount Hua prioritized tending to the wounded and gathering the deceased above all else.

“How are they?”

“…Fortunate or unfortunate, it seems no one else will die,” the head physician said …