Inside Anyang City, all of a sudden, the waters were calm and the skies clear.
It felt as if the world was at peace.
The Linghu clan remained silent.
Wu Tie made no move.
All the martial sons of generals from the Twelve Guards Imperial Army obediently left behind their armor, weapons, and cultivation resources in the barracks’ warehouse.
Nearly bare-chested, they walked out of the military camp and returned home one by one.
Under the leadership of the Linghu clan, numerous generals joined forces to select the elite among them and organized the Twelve Guards Imperial Army.
Just like that, the entire force slipped quietly into the hands of the Imperial City Military Command.
For several continuous days, Wu Tie busied himself with assimilating and reorganizing the Twelve Guards Imperial Army of the Three Yards.
There was a severe shortage of personnel—an extreme lack of capable people.
As Linghu Jian had said, “The foundation of Duke Huo Xiong of Yuzhou is too shallow. The scale of the Twelve Guards Imperial Army of the Three Yards is too vast. Wu Tie simply cannot find enough competent hands to take charge of this massive force.”