This stirred up an even greater uproar. Fortunately, though the Shark King was brutal, he still knew where to draw the line. The Sea Race's bloody purges and harassment were limited only to sects or Rogue Cultivators with Lihe Realm cultivators. As for everyone else, they could be ruled out as the culprit, because their strength was too weak. Without a Lihe Realm immortal cultivator, they could not possibly pose the slightest threat to the crown prince and his party.
In troubled times, human lives were like blades of grass. But sometimes, small figures were instead far safer. The Hundred Herb Sect had long since declined, and Yuangui Island was even poorer; even its Spirit Vein had nothing eye-catching about it. Several groups of Sea Race had passed through here, but they were too lazy to even spare it a glance.
That day, a speck of light appeared at the edge of Yuangui Island's sky. It was none other than Lin Xuan, who had taken a huge detour before preparing to return home.
One tiny butterfly flapping its wings would raise enormous waves a million li away. The chaos in the East Sea cultivation world was already unavoidable.
And as the one who had started it all, Lin Xuan had not the slightest awareness that he had done anything wrong. Even if he went back to the past, he still would never speak of showing mercy.
If he had let the Mad Shark Crown Prince go, that would have been stupidity to the extreme. A grudge had already been formed—could he really still expect the other party to forgive him?
Besides, regarding the whole affair, Lin Xuan did not feel he was in the wrong at all. It was the other side's forced buying and selling that had been