"Go on."
"The Restrictions in Luofeng City can indeed suppress cultivation, but a suppressed first-level Half-Saint and a true first-level Half-Saint are two different things. My cultivation has been pressed down to the first level of Half-Saint, but my body is still that of a ninth-level Half-Saint. My sinews and bones, flesh and blood, meridians—all of them are far stronger than those of a true first-level Half-Saint."
Zhou Jin stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist, blue veins bulging over his knuckles.
"If this punch lands, a true first-level Half-Saint won't be able to take it. His body can't withstand the force of this punch."
Zhao Huai's expression darkened.
"In other words, even with the Restrictions suppressing them, an expert of Senior Zhou's level can still swagger sideways through Luofeng City?"
Zhou Jin unclenched his fist and leaned back in his chair.
"I wouldn't say swagger sideways, but the Zhao Family's Guards can't stop me. Even if two hundred Guards came at me together, I could still carve out a road of blood. Of course, after killing my way through, I might only have half a life left. But I could kill my way through."
Zhao Huai stopped speaking.
Zhou Jin looked at Lin Taichu.
"That is what I wanted to say. You cannot rely too much on the Restrictions. Restrictions can only stop ordinary people, but for an expert like Zhou Jin, it is absolutely different."
"You're spending fifty thousand Spirit Stones a year to invite me here to hold the fort because you know Luofeng City needs someone like Zhou Jin. But I alone am not enough. If Luofeng City wants to grow, it needs more experts."
Lin Taichu picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"You're right. Restrictions are dead things, people