Night fell, and the air carried a trace of coolness. Prefect Li Mu paced back and forth in the room, his face filled with anxiety. During this tumultuous period, he had tossed and turned sleeplessly, and his whole person seemed to have aged considerably.0

The Thirteen Riders of the Great Desert had already become his greatest worry. If they were just ordinary bandits, Li Mu actually would not have been so concerned. Once the trade routes were blocked, the wealthy merchants and gentry would naturally worry and eventually pay in money and grain to quell the bandit problem. However, the White Lotus Cult had become entangled with the Thirteen Riders, and that was truly disastrous.0

The White Lotus Cult had been rebelling on and off for over a thousand years. If the cult incited the Thirteen Riders to rebel...0