Lu Yang saw that Banshan was impervious to persuasion, and Banshan instead felt a little awkward.
Was he really supposed to kill someone?
Don't joke around. What kind of decorum was there in fighting and killing? It would damage Alliance Might City's harmony. Even if no one died, it would still be bad if they harmed the flowers and grass.
Besides, unauthorized spell-fighting incurred a fine.
It would even go on their record.
The Heretical Path Alliance was currently at a critical juncture in its push for the sixth layer. They could not afford any blemishes on their records. Compared to that, one Heretical True Lord was hardly important.
Thus, in that flash of lightning, Banshan's face bloomed with a smile again. "Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. Since you are unwilling to join our Heretical Path Alliance, we will not force you. There is no need to sign this Contract. Please sit here for a moment, Fellow Daoist, and wait for the Tax Envoy to register your name."
With those words, Banshan had made his stance clear.
What had just happened was merely a misunderstanding. Everyone could smile and let bygones be bygones. I have forgiven you too, so don't get angry. If you keep getting angry, that will be your fault.
There's no need to lock horns with this person to the bitter end.
An orthodox cultivator—a certified fool—and he's alone. It won't be long before he can no longer get by in the Celestial Court. Then he'll still have to come begging me.
With that thought, Banshan decisively left.
Seeing this, the other six True Lords also dispersed without further fuss. Though they were Heretical True Lords, they were still extremely busy and had to work overtime every day.
This had merely been a brief respite amid their busyness.