The Hidden Sword Manor was finished. Top to bottom, everyone in it was dead or wounded... Only a handful had come through alive.

Then there was Young Master Marvel, the poor sap. All he'd wanted was to show off a little, and it had cost him his life.

When he saw the fight turning against him, he tried to run... and one stroke of Pan Yucheng's saber left him grievously wounded.

Of course, even the ones who had survived were only alive for now.

Robbing the imperial tombs was a crime so enormous that nobody involved would really walk away from it.

However merciful the Xuan Emperor might be, he would still hand down the harshest penalty there was!

The jianghu men had gathered and were waiting for Ning Chen.

Ning Chen walked over and began with a bow, fist pressed to palm. "Thank you all for lending Ning here a hand!"

They all hurried to bow in return!

Ning Chen smiled. "Ning here may serve at court, but I've always looked up to the heroes of the jianghu. Fighting side by side with you today was a real pleasure!"

"My lord prince is too kind. You're chivalrous and honorable to the bone, and what you've done commands respect. It's our honor to help you!"

The speaker was an old man with graying hair and beard.

Ning Chen cupped his fist in his palm. "Fighting beside heroes like you to kill those traitors — that's an honor for Ning here too!

The court and the jianghu have never been enemies... If Ning here ever gets sick of the court someday, I'd want to live the way you all do — roam the world with a sword, draw my blade whenever I see an injustice, and settle every debt of kindness and every grudge the way I see fit.

There's still a lot to deal with at the Hidden Sword Manor, and this prince can't get away right now... Two days from now, this prince will throw a banquet for all you heroes at the biggest restaurant in town. If you…