Afraid the murderous cultivators would return, A Jiu had not even dared to gather his family's bodies. He had stepped through the pools of blood and fled the house with his sister.
"I wanted to ask the Immortal Alliance for justice, but I didn't dare appeal to the authorities in Feng County, so I ran all the way to Chang'an City."
"Why couldn't you go to the authorities in Feng County?"
"Because Master always said they belonged to the Immortal Alliance in name only. In reality, they were in bed with the local sects. I was afraid those cultivators might have connections with them..."
That man really had a grudge against both the sects and the Immortal Alliance... No wonder he preferred being a rogue cultivator, Chen Xuan thought.
But would the Immortal Alliance Headquarters handle something like this? Its main responsibility was settling disputes between sects. Administrative matters in the various regional cities were left to the local sects.
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, the siblings had never even gotten that far.
Without money, they could not enter Chang'an City at all. They could only wander outside, hoping to find someone kind enough to take them in. Yet within two days, they spotted someone asking around with portraits of them. The man was not a cultivator and looked more like an ordinary villager, but what villager could have gotten hold of their portraits at a time like this?
Scared out of his wits, A Jiu immediately fled south from the western gate, trying to get as far from the city as possible. They had already gone without food during their escape, licking water from roadside puddles when they grew thirsty. Along the way, his sister had developed a fever after getting caught in the rain, and her severely