At most, it should have shifted half the distance north. How could it have dragged in Withered Leaf City near the marsh?
Thinking of this, Wang Yu's gaze gradually turned cold.
Carrying wisps of Foundation Establishment pressure, he grabbed the informant by the front of his robe and hauled him over.
"You dare lie to me?"
"No, no, no... Senior, it's a misunderstanding! Every word this junior said is true. That side of the City Lord's Mansion announced it just like that. They closed the city gates at noon.
"Though it's a forced conscription under the Sword Sect's name, there's also a handsome reward. Senior's cultivation is deep and unfathomable; you will surely make a fortune."
Wang Yu drew in a deep breath. He felt this man did not seem to be lying.
"Scram."
With a casual toss, he threw the man down from the second floor. The young Hyacinth scrambled away, rolling and crawling, not daring to look back.
The people around who saw this scene immediately withdrew their gazes and did not dare look any longer. Wang Yu, however, felt as though anxious fire was attacking his heart, his fingers unconsciously tapping the tabletop.
No! Something was absolutely wrong somewhere!
Unless he had been schemed against, it was impossible for there to be such a coincidence.
Think of it another way.
According to the information, the purpose of forcibly conscripting loose cultivators near Black Mountain Pass was to purge the Vulture Peak Sect. This was unreasonable.
The Vulture Peak Sect was a sect, residing by a spirit vein. Its base was right there. As long as people were sent to watch it, there would be time to purge them whenever they wanted. They could not escape.
This was what people commonly called: the monk may run, but the