"Luofeng City? It is indeed a fine place. But a fine place like that will draw eyes sooner or later."
Lin Taichu's gaze shifted slightly, and he turned to look at the neighboring table.
The speaker was a middle-aged cultivator with a cold, stern face. His aura was deep and vigorous, and his cultivation was at least at the eighth level of the Half-Saint realm. Several cultivators sat beside him, each with an aura that was far from weak. They were clearly a group.
The middle-aged cultivator set down his wine cup and gave a cold laugh. "The Restriction suppresses cultivation, so naturally no one dares to make a move inside the city. But if the whole city is taken, then that Restriction belongs to someone else."
"Big Brother, you mean?"
"Luofeng City is taking in tens of thousands of Spirit Stones every day now. The Zhao Family is just a second-rate family. On what grounds do they monopolize such a huge benefit? Plenty of people across the continent are eyeing that fat piece of meat. Someone will make a move sooner or later."
The middle-aged cultivator stood, picked up the longsword on the table, and said, "I heard several forces in the Northern Region have already begun to act, and a few sects from the Southern Border are watching Luofeng City like tigers eyeing their prey. If the Zhao Family wants to swallow it all alone, they'll have to see whether they have the ability."
Lin Taichu sat in the corner, his expression calm, but a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes. Luofeng City's trading ground had been opened at his suggestion to Zhao Feng. Now that someone wanted to seize Luofeng City and snatch control of the trading ground, he naturally would not sit by and do