Assassin

Tu Shan Jun calmly took his seat.

Laid out on the table were delectable dishes, along with mellow aged wine.

The leader of the Xing Gang was not highly cultivated, but his seat was quite near the front. A few tables farther on, Tu Shan Jun spotted Granny Qing.

Tu Shan Jun smiled in greeting. Granny Qing was rather surprised to see this ghostly Demon Cultivator in an inky-black Daoist robe here, but upon looking again, she felt that he was a living person rather than a ghost cultivator.

"He must have some secret art concealing himself."

Granny Qing did not dwell on it. She gave a slight nod in acknowledgment and paid him no further heed.

At first, she had still felt some measure of like and dislike toward Tu Shan Jun. Later, however, she gradually realized there was no need for it. The man in the inky-black Daoist robe had always gone his own way; whatever others said was useless, so she did not continue speaking of it.

It was enough so long as both sides knew where to draw the line.

That said, she still disliked cultivators who always broke the rules.

Yet she had no other reproach for him.

Everyone had their own way of living. She could only tend to her own little patch of land.

Accompanied by song and dance, the canal heads of the eleven families and twenty-seven wards of South City took their seats in orderly fashion. The heads of the eleven families were all Golden Core True Persons. The leaders of the remaining streets and wards, if they lacked Golden Core cultivation, were not qualified to enter the hall and could only be seated outside.

Thanks to He Shuli, Tu Shan Jun sat behind the Xing Gang's leader as a Qi