High Winds and Heavy Rain
As everyone knew, White Deer's Chosen Ones did not necessarily have to be eccentric or antisocial, but they were all self-centered through and through.
What they hated most was having someone beside them yammering, pointing fingers, and telling them how to do things. Second only to that were the shackles of strict rules and regulations.
But just as Celestial Origin's Chosen Ones occasionally needed to consider making exceptions and adopting flexible rules, complicated creatures like humans could never be as pure as Superior Virtue.
Therefore, even White Deer's Chosen Ones had organizations.
A place known as the [Wild Bazaar].
It was a fucked-up organization combining the functions of trade guilds, skill inheritance, dispute arbitration, labor dispatch, project collaboration, and more.
Its composition was a chaotic mess, its reach covered everywhere in the modern world, its influence was tangled and far-reaching, and its business offerings were naturally dazzlingly varied. Unfortunately, every last one of them was illegal under local law... from smuggling pig trotters to murder and arson, they had a hand in everything, comprehensively covering every dark corner of society.
When the woods grew large, all kinds of birds appeared. Not to mention the disputes and friction between them—internal conflicts escalating into irreconcilable hatred were hardly rare. At such times, the twelve Chieftains elected by the various key factions would sort out their entanglements and arbitrate their disputes, maintaining the Wild Bazaar's most basic structure and unity.
And the An Family was one of the Wild Bazaar's members—indeed, an indispensable part of it.
Like the other divisions that did everything from murder and arson to smuggling and plunder, the An Family's means of survival was quite simple.
Simply put, if anyone within the Wild Bazaar had even the slightest objection to the Chieftains' rulings, the