For the past three years, the matter of the hundred thousand Nebula Sacrifices had spread far and wide.
But over the last year, it had long since died down.
The longer Li Tianming failed to appear, the more naturally people assumed he had been slaughtered long ago, and someone had secretly claimed the reward.
Most people had made a killing off those hundred thousand Nebula Sacrifices. To avoid acquaintances asking to borrow money, they naturally did not dare broadcast it!
Yet he had not died?
Not only had he not died, he had even appeared as though no one else existed...
For a time, communication stones throughout Flying Star Fort flashed without cease. People along the streets kept turning to look at him, their gazes strange and greedy.
All sorts of talk about Li Tianming being abandoned by his two wives naturally rose to a deafening clamor.
"Poor thing!"
In the end, most people reached that conclusion.
"A mere mountain villager coming to a place of divine splendor like the Mysterious Court Imperial Ruins, losing his beloved wives, plunging to rock bottom, then being hunted with bounties by aristocratic clans and grand houses, relying on nothing but military regulations to stay alive... Too pitiful!"
"That is how the world works. With neither roots nor duckweed, one's life is as lowly as grass. How could he compare to the imperial clans of the Imperial Ruins or the descendants of the Divine Tomb noble families?"
"He still has not died. I feel like someone is toying with him, like a cat catching a mouse—playing with him slowly until he dies."
"He truly is pitiful!"
Even Li Tianming himself had not expected to receive some sympathy.
Of course, some people also said meaningfully, "There must be something hateful about a pitiful person. If