There was nothing new under the sun.
Such a scene made it hard for He Song not to think of certain things.
What kind of cultivator had to be to be branded as having a record of vile deeds?
Who would decide?
Who would carry it out?
Surely only members of the Enforcement Squad sent from the Immortal City possessed such authority.
But who could guarantee that those Enforcement Squad members from the Immortal City would not be tempted by wealth, kill the innocent to claim merit, and take the chance to plunder resources for themselves?
One had to know.
Those sent from the Immortal City wielded immense authority, and their cultivation surely would not be low either.
If they truly wanted to do something, the cultivators living on the outskirts of the Immortal Market would likely be utterly unable to resist.
When that time came...
He Song's expression darkened slightly, and cold sweat suddenly prickled across his back.
If such a thing truly happened, would those wealthy Immortal Market cultivators, those Immortal Market cultivators without backing—even himself—also become cultivators "with a record of vile deeds"?
With power in their hands, the Enforcement Squad members from the Immortal City could settle it with a single word. Naturally, whether someone was a cultivator with a record of vile deeds or not depended entirely on their mood.
Taking the opportunity to plunder resources was hardly impossible.
He Song turned his gaze toward Zhao Lin beside him.
After some thought, He Song decided to offer a reminder.
"Fellow Daoist, when that time comes, who will become those cultivators 'with a record of vile deeds'?"
His faint voice rang out, but He Song had already begun considering leaving the Immortal Market at once and returning only after the City Enforcement Team had departed.
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