A bunch of losers, not worth paying attention to!

So many people aren’t even worth one Fang Che!

The two felt quite satisfied in their hearts.

But they were both swearing under their breath, complaining about the little they got!

Duan Xiyang glanced sidelong at the Heavenly Palace’s spoils, wondering if he should strike again. He threw a meaningful look at Xue Fuxiao.

Xue Fuxiao shook his head: Forget it. If we rob again, we might really spark a world war.

But looking at all those goodies they couldn’t snatch, the two started feeling disgruntled again.

Why can’t we grab them? Damn it!

Thus, they naturally didn’t have any friendly faces for the Heavenly Palace and Underworld folks.

"If you try to hog it all again in situations like this in the future, ha... you can give it a try!"

"Next time you come to Baiyun State and step on the Guardian’s territory without registering, just try it!"

Everyone issued a warning.

Duan Xiyang led Yan Beihan, Aunt Hong, Feng Yun, and Feng Yi and Feng Er away first.

Without even saying goodbye to Xue Fuxiao, he just left without a word.

Yan Beihan gracefully got up, bid farewell to Xue Fuxiao and Feng Yunqi with elegance, gentle and restrained, cute yet lofty.

Then, as she walked past Fang Che, she didn’t even glance at him, disappearing from sight.

Lofty and pure, cold and proud, it seemed as if, after emerging from the Yin Yang Realm, she had once again assumed her high-status identity as the Eldest Princess of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

Her gaze soared above the heavens, dismissing everything; the mundane world didn’t catch her eyes.

Fang Che stood tall and upright, his face exuding loyal righteousness, indifferent to the departure of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect people.

As Feng Yun left, he smiled at Fang Che: "Mr. Fang, like this... we shall meet in Jianghu again."

"Take care, Young Master Feng."

Feng Yun smiled briefly, gracefully bid farewell to Feng Yunqi and Xue Fuxiao, then turned and left.

Just like a majestic white cloud, he drifted out of the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.

Watching the backs of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s number one young master and Eldest Princess leaving, Xue Fuxiao’s eyes were filled with seriousness.

He could foresee that, in years to come, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect would once again face two great enemies!

Whether it’s Feng Yun or Yan Beihan, they both have the ability and foundation to challenge the peak in the future.

With Duan Xiyang gone, the Emperor Ziwei felt somewhat relieved.

Although he knew Duan Xiyang would definitely cause trouble in the future, as long as today passed safely, it would be fine. After returning, he could control the outings of personnel, and in a year or two, this matter would fade away.

Now, although Xue Fuxiao was still there, he was much easier to handle than Duan Xiyang. At least he wouldn’t recklessly kill like Duan Xiyang!

Soon, Xue Fuxiao also left.

Leaving only a reminder: "Ziwei, be careful of Duan Xiyang on your way back."

The Emperor Ziwei thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Xue."

Xue Fuxiao tossed Feng Guohai onto Fang Che’s back, and then walked side by side with Feng Yunqi, with Dongyun Yu following behind.

They leisurely left the scene.

Leaving Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower, Xue Fuxiao took the two and directly flew up: "Let’s go, I’ll take you to watch the show."

With a swoosh, they disappeared from sight.

Duan Xiyang had mentioned he wanted to play the main character, so this show was not to be missed.

Fang Che and Dongyun Yu were utterly confused as they were carried into the sky, then hurried along with Feng Yunqi following beside, smiling cheerfully with a good mood.

Inside the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.

Both the Guardians and Wei Wo Zheng Sect people were all gone.

The stormy clouds seemed to have dispersed.

However, the Emperor Ziwei dared not let down his guard and immediately summoned the main heads of the Heavenly Palace and Underworld sects to gather together.

"Everyone immediately gather your disciples, let’s talk about anything else later. Within half a quarter of an hour, gather everyone and move out from Baiyun State at the fastest speed; jointly withdrawing north for three thousand miles. After that, we’ll separate and return to our respective sects."

The Emperor Ziwei said calmly: "I can only guarantee your safety for three thousand miles."

The elders of the other sects all thanked simultaneously: "Thank you, Great Emperor!"

A group of people hurriedly packed up, then took their disciples and promptly withdrew from the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.

They floated out, leaping into the air.

The Deity of the Sun just remembered something, hurriedly turned his hand, and a silver note slapped down on the counter with a sound.

Ten thousand taels.

Considered as settled the bill.

The group soared into the air, in the blink of an eye becoming tiny black dots in the sky.

The shopkeeper almost burst into tears.

Ten thousand taels may not be little, but your over two thousand people stayed here eating, drinking, and lodging for half a month. And they all consumed high-quality goods, ten thousand taels... damn it, it’s a huge loss!

Yet he dared not say anything.

With a wry face, he collected the silver note and quickly instructed the attendants to start tidying up, while he sat in a chair, breathing a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders yet sighing at the loss incurred!

The accountant, with trembling hands, asked: "Shopkeeper, how do we enter this in the accounts?"

"Just enter it as it is."

"Ten thousand taels... it doesn’t even cover the fraction, they initially placed a five million taels deposit, but later all they wanted was alcohol, we brought in the best-grade Tiexue Platform from the entire Baiyun State, and in the end, they only paid ten thousand taels? One jar of Tiexue Platform is twenty thousand taels, and that’s at an internal price... thousands of jars, this, this..."

The accountant was simply speechless.

Losing a hundred thousand or so is fine, the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower is rich and can afford the loss.

But losing over a billion taels all at once, what can be said? There’s still a lot of alcohol that hasn’t been settled yet.

"What else can we do? Could we really go to the Heavenly Palace and Underworld to seek repayment?" The shopkeeper’s face was lined with frustration.

At that moment, a voice curiously asked: "What’s going on?"

The two turned their heads and saw a robust middle-aged man walking through the door.

The shopkeeper hadn’t spoken when the accountant began to complain: "What happened was, we lost big time; damn it, they ate, drank, and spent over a billion, yet they only paid ten thousand taels... such stingy sects from the Outer World are really something new, so tight-fisted, without regard for anyone else’s wellbeing..."

The middle-aged man frowned: "Over a billion in expenses? Only paid ten thousand taels? The Heavenly Palace and Underworld? Damn, how outrageous!"

A flash of fright glinted in his eyes as he asked: "Which direction did they go?"