Steward Zhou was in an awkward position. A steward of the Taixia Ancient Mine had been killed, so he had no choice but to pursue the matter. But if he wanted to pursue it, he lacked the power to do so.
"Yi Yun, you still have a contract with Taixia! How dare you kill my Taixia steward!"
"So what?" Yi Yun did not care. "The Taixia Contract never said people had to stick out their necks and wait to be slaughtered, did it? I knew Zhou Fang was trying to harm me, so I fought back and killed him. Did that violate the Taixia Contract?"
The Taixia Contract was not particularly overbearing in its terms. That was only reasonable. If its terms had truly been tyrannical, Taixia itself would have fallen apart. No one would sell themselves to Taixia as a slave.
As Steward Zhou and Yi Yun traded words, they fled at the same time. The Ghost Race experts were right behind them. Yi Yun did not think that merely killing Zhou Fang would make the Ghost Race consider him one of their own, and he had never intended to mix with the Ghost Race in the first place.
Steward Zhou was furious at Yi Yun's words. Seeing that God King Shen Xin and the Ghost Race's God King were locked in a bitter struggle, it was impossible to count on God King Shen Xin to help them.
They could not keep fleeing. If they continued, the people from the Taixia Ancient Mine would all be scattered.
Although the inner valley was not shrouded in mist all year round like the outer valley, it suppressed perception just as much. Once everyone was scattered, gathering them back together would be nearly impossible.
By then, the entire Taixia Ancient Mine might