How Could I, Zhou Li, Ever Lie to You?

"You three cannot provide identification and are stateless persons. Under the principle of territorial jurisdiction, Great Zhou has jurisdiction over you."

"Your refusal to undergo a mental evaluation leads to the presumption that you have no mental illness."

"Gathering a crowd to cause trouble, assaulting others in public, and resisting law enforcement. You are sentenced to fifteen days of administrative detention."

The people Wu Han had thrown out of the teahouse were not badly injured enough for it to become a criminal case.

"If you refuse to accept this ruling, you may appeal to the higher authorities within ten days."

Appeal to your grandfather! Wu Han cursed furiously inside, rage blazing to the heavens. Never in his life had he suffered such monstrous humiliation.

A mere Nascent Soul Cultivator was judging the three of them and even intended to lock them up.

Once his strength returned, that bastard would be the first one he killed!

The three had never suffered such monstrous humiliation. They wanted to resist, but they were no different from mortals now. The officials shoved them into a dark, damp prison.

The Snake-Eyed Man quickly calmed down. "We must remember this lesson. The weak have no possibility of resistance. If we were cultivators, would we have fallen to such a state?"

A prisoner locked up nearby sneered. "What kind of bullshit lesson is that? If you have no ability, don't act like a mentor in life. If you made a mistake, you should accept punishment. Do cultivators get privileges? Forget about you—even if the Heavenly King himself committed a crime in Great Zhou, he'd still be locked up."

"I'm a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator, and aren't I staying here obediently?"

Only then did the three notice that mortals and cultivators made up roughly half the prison each.