By the time he arrived, the central square of Illusory Immortal City had already become a complete mess. Streams of light danced through the air like countless blooming fireworks, while figures scattered in every direction. White sheets of paper rolled in the wind overhead, reluctant to fall, and the occasional person flying past would snatch one away with a hand.
Chaos! Chaos! Cries of alarm erupted throughout Illusory Immortal City like boiling water. Those flying in the sky and those running on the ground—anyone hurrying along had a white flyer in hand. The bustling, crowded square became noticeably sparse in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a group of Rogue Cultivators staring blankly at the flyers in their hands. They had no sect or school, nor did they need to report anything to anyone in haste.
Yue Qianchou, who had arrived fashionably late, was very satisfied with this result. This was exactly the effect he wanted. After flashing into the square, he walked over to several Rogue Cultivators who were shaking their heads with sighs. Cupping his hands, he gestured around at the chaos and asked, "Everyone, do you know what happened? How did it cause such a huge commotion?"
"It's you! I know you." One of them suddenly pointed at Yue Qianchou in surprise. Yue Qianchou stared at him, momentarily stunned. Before he could react, the man cupped his hands and smiled. "Have you forgotten, sir? Back when Fang Ye, an enshrined elder of Jueqing Palace, led people to breach the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, you asked me some questions as well." He pointed toward the former site of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance.
So that was how he knew him. Scared the hell out of me! Yue Qianchou gave an "oh" and immediately remembered. He recalled grabbing