Once the terms had been settled, the next step was naturally to move. Even if one possessed consummate skills, living in tents every day and eating dry rations would wear anyone down after long enough.
Perhaps satisfied with the Pingyang Families' sensible display, Elder Wang and the others also came out to show their faces, but Feng Qingyang vanished into the crowd.
When roaming the jianghu, if one wanted to live long, one always had to keep something in reserve. Even if they were certain the Pingyang Families would not dare play tricks, the necessary precautions still had to be taken.
After all, this was a wuxia world. A large group entering Pingyang did not cause the slightest stir. The only difference was probably that the constables at the city gate consciously left a path open, and no one came forward to demand an entry fee.
Li Mu had long since grown used to these subtle changes. The rules of the world were different; he could not rigidly apply the management methods of his previous life here.
"Hero Zhou, where are the Demonic Cult's people? If it's on the way, we'll deal with them first."
The question seemed casual and understated, but when it fell on Zhou Wenyuan's ears, it was like a sudden thunderclap. What had to come would still come. No matter which faction one joined, one needed a pledge of allegiance, and the Five Mountains Sword Sects were no exception.
Only when their hands were stained with the blood of the Demonic Cult could others feel at ease. Since there was a chance to test them, Li Mu naturally would not let it pass.
After a brief hesitation, Zhou Wenyuan replied, "It is on the way, but if we make a move now, the imperial court..."
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