Tang Yu and the little Daoist had already been living in the city for some time.
To their neighbors, the two of them were exceptionally approachable immortals.
When ordinary immortals occasionally appeared, what difference was there between the way they looked at mortals and the way they looked at livestock?
That was why the neighbors often felt that these two immortals were genuinely quite nice.
Though they were probably the sort of immortals who were not doing very well for themselves. Otherwise, they would not have been living alongside people like them.
It was not until they saw Tang Yu effortlessly slaughter the three immortals who had nearly killed them all that they realized they had been wrong.
Now, when they looked at Tang Yu, there was considerably more reverence in their eyes.
But after Tang Yu and the little Daoist had gone some distance away, one elderly woman could not hold back any longer and burst into tears.
"Why didn't he help earlier? If he'd killed those three immortals sooner, my grandson wouldn't have died."
Hearing her cries, the old woman's son hurriedly covered his mother's mouth and anxiously glanced back.
When he saw that Tang Yu and the little Daoist had already gone quite far and showed no sign of stopping or turning around, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and could not help scolding her.
"Be careful. What if they hear you?"
"Your mother isn't wrong. It would've taken him no effort at all. If he'd acted sooner, we wouldn't have ended up like this."
"Yeah. My eldest son had such a bitter fate. Now that he's gone, what are my son and I supposed to do?"
"San Niang, don't be too sad. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me. Eldest