The dagger stopped just an inch from Clear Water Female Immortal's throat.
The Fugitive stopped, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.
But he still had his reason. No matter what, she had given him a way to survive.
He could not repay kindness with vengeance.
"Why?" The Fugitive's voice caught slightly. He knew his actions might bring disaster upon everyone.
Clear Water Female Immortal gently shook her head, her eyes full of compassion and pity.
"Because I do not want to see anyone harmed."
A complicated glint flashed through the Garrison Commander's eyes. He looked at Clear Water Female Immortal as though reevaluating this suddenly appeared Female Immortal.
"Fine. You may go." The Garrison Commander seemed to have received some order. His voice suddenly softened, and he waved a hand, signaling the guards to clear a path.
The Fugitives froze. They had not expected the Garrison Commander to suddenly change his mind.
"Three worlds, clearly priced. The highest is the Immortal Realm, with a ninety percent tax rate. The lowest is Future Tech City, with a thirty percent tax rate."
"If you do not want to pay, you can gamble with your lives in the rift behind me."
With that, the Garrison Commander left.
The Fugitives quickly came to their senses. No one who had cultivated to the point of becoming a Fugitive was an idiot.
They swiftly left the spacetime rift and returned home to seek information from others.
Clear Water Female Immortal watched their retreating figures, and a trace of relief flashed through her eyes. She knew she had made the right choice.
That Mr. Wenren Sheng truly was formidable.
The Big Dipper World's accumulation over ten thousand years was still too shallow.
If the world did not reset every ten thousand years, perhaps equally formidable figures