The cold moonlight shone on Lin'an. The stars scattered, and the shadows of the figures and trees were mottled.
Luo Qingchen carried Zhu Shan's corpse and left Lin'an Prefecture. With Li You'an's sword qi turning into a river tide and stopping many experts, he did not encounter much trouble and directly left the city.
Qin Qianqiu wasn't dead, but after tonight, he was destined to become the laughingstock of the entire Lin'an. He was pressed to the ground and beaten up, curled up in the Vajra Bell like an old turtle.
This joke would last for a long time and was used by many Lin'an nobles as a laughingstock. The higher Qin Qianqiu's status was, the longer this laughing stock would last.
For someone as prideful as Qin Qianqiu, such an outcome was worse than killing him.