Hearing Xiong Da's answer, Mo Bai frowned. "Senior, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"You don't understand because you don't know the rules of the Pill Epoch."
"In this place, you can choose either a civilized contest or a martial contest."
"A civilized contest is simple. Both sides agree on a method, then compete."
"And because alchemy flourishes here, cultivators usually use an alchemy contest to determine victory or defeat."
"But I don't know how to refine pills."
Mo Bai voiced the doubt in his heart. Xiong Da said, "That is why the Pill Epoch also has martial contests!"
"The meaning of a martial contest is simple. The two sides fight, the winner takes all, and the loser loses everything."
"But martial contests usually have their own rules as well. They can only be held in designated places and on designated occasions."
"When I came to the Pill Epoch, no one invited me to a martial contest."
"Martial contests are meant for aristocratic clans and great families, and prodigies like you. They generally do not include ordinary cultivators below."
"Then what was wrong with what I did?"
"Those cultivators attacked me first. I retaliated to protect myself. What was wrong with that?"
Looking at Mo Bai's puzzled gaze, Xiong Da said, "There was certainly nothing wrong with retaliating, but you should not have smashed up their territory."
"As far as I know, you and that Baleful Shadow smashed several strongholds belonging to the Li Family and the Zheng Family."
"That not only slapped the Li Family and Zheng Family across the face, it slapped the entire aristocratic clans and great families of the Pill Epoch across the face."
"If they were willing to let you go, that would truly be strange."
Receiving this answer, the corner of Mo Bai's