Lin Heng and the Martial Man walked up the steps before the gate, their gazes calmly sweeping over the crowd kneeling on the ground.
The old man kneeling at the front was the village chief of a nearby village and the ringleader behind the disturbance. He knew very well that the people standing before him were cultivators, yet he was not afraid.
This was Swallow Cloud City, after all—the main city of the secular world... Cultivators were heavily restrained here and would not readily make trouble for an ordinary person within the city.
The old man gritted his back teeth and struggled to lift his head from the ground. His voice trembled as he said, "The Zhao Family harmed someone first. So what if you are cultivators? The Zhao Family cannot disregard human lives. Li Zhu was from our Li Family Village, and he died before Zhao Mansion's gates. You must give us an explanation!"
"Holy shit, old man, you've got some nerve, huh?" The Martial Man froze for a moment.
"Heh! The Zhao Family disregarded human lives... Old bastard, I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. You were the ones who came knocking first and stirred up trouble at the gates. When one of your own had a problem, you did not immediately take him to the nearby Medical Hall for treatment, but instead insisted that someone from Zhao Mansion help?"
"I think you wanted him to die inside Zhao Mansion, so you could use that as an excuse to force the Zhao Family into compromising and taking in your Spirit Seeds."
The closest Medical Hall to Zhao Mansion was only one street away, a distance of barely a hundred meters. If they carried the man there, it would not have taken much time at