The beauty of the laws lay in their impartiality.
Third Xun Brother had already vanished without a trace. The one-on-one mentor of Lord Sha Ming shouldn't have been exempt from the same fate.
And judging by the person in question's reaction to a casual inquiry, that was indeed the case.
Not only had there really been a Xun follower watching him before, but that person had disappeared by now as well.
And if that was true, it could prove two more things.
First, the Xun followers' existence was indeed extremely unusual. They seemed to have retained much of their humanity, but their actions fundamentally followed some very strict rules. For instance, they apparently couldn't gang up on someone.
Second, compared with Third Xun, Sha Ming wasn't all that special. He was targeted here too, so the label of opportunist was well deserved.
As for the tool he used to exploit the situation...
Fu Qian narrowed his eyes at the golden tome known as the Record of True Transcription.
The Great Summoning Technique really was the strongest. The biggest mystery so far could be said to have been solved.
There had been a contradiction he'd sensed faintly ever since he visited the group of unaffiliated cultivators from Xiyuan, led by Hao Ke.
Why had that tree both distributed protection so indiscriminately, like someone relieving themselves wherever they pleased, and made it inherently difficult for people to notice?
And that wasn't the only inconsistency.
That last desperate situation had certainly lived up to its name, but it had been far too crude and harsh—those who went up would be punished severely, and those who went down would be punished severely too.
Honestly, if he considered it from the perspective of someone who had drafted the rules, Fu Qian's assessment was that it