Yisi Year, the fifth day of the new year, the sound of firecrackers in Chang'an City was incessant.
Amid this festive atmosphere, a group of Daoists rode back home—the Law Enforcement Hall of Chang'an that had been away for a long time.
Almost every one of them was wounded, with their clothes torn and stained with blood, showing traces of post-battle marks, and their eyes sharp; the murderous aura on their bodies had not yet dissipated.
In front of them, a large number of soldiers from the garrison cleared the way, and there were also guards at the rear. Even members of the Captain Bureau were mixed in among them.
Li Yan's heart skipped a beat; the numbers seemed off!
The Law Enforcement Hall of Chang'an had a hundred men. Though not many in number, they were all cultivated from a young age by the Taixuan Orthodox Sect and skilled in battle.
Moreover, they were well-coordinated with each other and could form the Mystical Sect Sword Formation.
