Seven days had passed in the blink of an eye.
During these seven days, the Divine Capital had returned to a rare period of tranquility. Since Qing Yu's arrival in Northern Zhou two years ago, it was the first time that such calmness prevailed, devoid of any waves of trouble or undercurrents of turmoil.
Even people like Yi Qianshan only dared to search for Feng Jiu's whereabouts in the dark, not bold enough to make their presence known.
After all, General Yi should be at Kuocang Pass now, defending against the Golden Wolf Han Court on the Northern Grassland. Showing up in the Divine Capital would be considered desertion.
For a moment, the Divine Capital could be said to have experienced a peace that had not been seen for decades. Even the dandies who took to the streets to tease the young maidens were rarely seen.
However, those in the know understood that this peace was the calm before the storm.
