Right after that!
The old man crouched down, stroked his grandson's head, and smiled kindly.
"Good boy, remember this clearly.
Our Listen Tide Immortal City has strict rules. Artifact Flight is indeed forbidden at will, lest it disturb the city's tranquility or give rise to trouble.
But everything has its exceptions."
He lowered his voice and pointed in the direction where the streaks of light had vanished.
"Those seniors riding within those escape lights are lords from the Cultivator Association's Enforcement Division.
Only when carrying out urgent official duties, hunting down major criminals, or handling serious violations...
are the Association's enforcement cultivators temporarily exempt from the ban and permitted to soar through the skies.
They represent the order and laws of the Immortal City—even of the entire cultivation world!"
"Wow!"
The boy's little mouth fell open into a circle, his bright black eyes filled with tiny stars of admiration.
"So impressive!
Grandpa, when I grow up and succeed in my cultivation, I want to join the Cultivator Association too! I'll wear clothes like theirs, fly through the sky, and catch bad people!"
"Good! Good! Wonderful!"
The old man laughed heartily, the wrinkles on his face spreading open as he said again and again, "Grandpa will wait for the day my grandson makes something of himself!
Cultivate well. Perhaps our family will produce an immortal master who upholds the law!"
"Mhm!"
The boy nodded vigorously, his little fists clenched tight, as though he could already see himself clad in an enforcement robe, riding an artifact through the air in heroic splendor.
Not far away!
In a private room on the second floor of a teahouse...
A middle-aged cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage held a cup of Spirit Tea. His gaze followed the receding streaks of light, his brows slightly