Armored Soldiers

But Zheng Zetian was a shrewd man. He read the rules carefully, and it didn't take him long to realize that the beast had set him up.

Oh, so that was how it was. Back then, it had been that beast running wild up front, leaping around and leading the Tu Lou in turning the entire boat market upside down. And now it was the same beast that had dug up all those people one by one, gotten them to sign and stamp their statements, and brought them over to file a complaint.

What was this, trying to avenge its master? You beast.

Come to think of it, you're a Golden Core cultivator now, aren't you? Right, you still eat grass, so you're even less of a mortal, aren't you?

So Zheng Zetian stopped getting worked up. The giant was in charge now, so he might as well calmly read through the book and familiarize himself with every rule and regulation, to avoid offending that petty creature.

A while later, Zhang Mo returned and handed Zheng Zetian his Dao certificate.

"You can go. The other party has agreed to drop the case."

Zheng Zetian smiled and bowed. "Thank you for your help, Senior Brother. By the way, do you know Senior Brother Xu Liang, the Demon-Locking Tower's guard from the Demon Suppression Bureau? I may have had a misunderstanding with him. Nothing serious, of course—just a little misunderstanding. We're all fellow disciples, after all, and it wouldn't be good to let things sour between us. Could the Discipline Institute perhaps help mediate?"

"The Demon Suppression Bureau? Xu Liang?" Zhang Mo thought for a moment. "Oh, Uncle Huang's disciple, right? I've met him, but we're not close. Still, anyone who can enter the Discipline Institute is a core disciple of our