Early morning.
Shou He brought Flathead and Little Tiger to the home of the person who had reported the case. Before they had even entered the alley, they heard a fierce argument raging within.
It sounded like two groups were trading blows with words.
Yet there was no sign of flying swords being unleashed, nor of bloody qi drifting through the sky.
They probably had not started fighting yet.
"This is the place?"
"Marshal, this is it." Little Tiger confirmed the alley and the residence.
Inside the courtyard.
A cultivator dressed in azure stood with his eyes wide in anger, one hand resting on the jade belt at his waist.
His flying sword was hidden within it.
The moment his divine sense stirred and his mana surged, the flying sword would shoot forth, taking a man's head from a million miles away.
As someone at the great completion of the Second Step, how could he endure such indignation?
"Xu Lang, does your Cloud Mountain City think it is worthy of contending with the Dao Sect's Thirty-Three Heavens?"
The azure-robed cultivator sneered coldly, his eyes brimming with fury and contempt.
The cultivator called Xu Lang merely snorted. "Since when has Mist-Robed Temple been able to represent the Thirty-Three Heavens? If Fellow Daoist truly belongs to the Dao Sect's main lineage, I, Xu Lang, will obediently withdraw. Unfortunately, you are not."
"Besides, Cloud Mountain City is not to be trifled with either. Senior Brother from Lesser Western Paradise has long since entered the forbidden land."
The master of the house was a wealthy landowner, but he did not understand a word of what either side was saying. He could only keep puffing on his dry tobacco, furtively glancing toward the gate.
A moment ago, he had sent his steward to the county