Chen Lin watched Qian Li's actions at his leisure, silently nodding in approval.
It seemed this fellow had seen no shortage of battles over the years. His response flowed like clouds and running water, with a little of Chen Lin's own flair.
The distress signal had barely gone out when several figures came hurtling toward them.
"Who dares run wild inside the city!"
The newcomers were members of the City Guard.
Their leader was a cultivator in the late Golden Core realm, clad in silver armor, with a stern face. Before he even arrived, his icy voice rang out.
But once he landed and saw Chen Lin's face, his expression immediately changed.
"Lü Duyuan of the City Guard pays his respects to True Lord Chen!"
He had just been responsible for guarding the trading convention and remembered Chen Lin well. He also knew this True Lord had some connection to the city lord and was particularly close to Elder Liu. Someone like that was far beyond his ability to offend.
"Mm."
Chen Lin nodded, then waved a hand. "It's nothing serious. You can withdraw."
Lü Duyuan cupped his fists without the slightest hesitation. "Yes. Should you need anything, True Lord, summon me at any time. This junior takes his leave!"
With that, he ignored Qian Li's pleading expression and led his men away.
Qian Li's face had gone pale. He had never imagined the man before him was a Nascent Soul True Lord. He had no idea how he had offended such a person, but he knew that if he handled this poorly, his little life would end here today.
Guangming City had rules, but this was someone who could break them!
"Senior, this junior is only a nobody. I cannot recall ever having offended you. If I have displeased