Have You Ever Seen Something Fall From the Sky...

Once, he saw a drunken Soul Master shouting loudly in the street. He was an out-of-towner who had come to challenge the tower, and had clearly failed and was in a foul mood, to the point that he was making a drunken scene at a noodle stall.

He was just about to step forward when three people around him beat him to it.

Three peddlers closed in on the drunkard from three directions at the same time. They did not lay a hand on him, only stood quietly in front of him and watched him.

Under their stares, the drunkard sobered up quite a bit, awkwardly took out money to pay for the broken bowl, then was grabbed by the collar by the fish-ball vendor and escorted to the city gate.

The whole process took less than half a cup of tea.

No one cried out about the injustice of "a Soul Master bullying commoners," no one reported it to the authorities, and no one gathered around to jeer.

It was like neighbors seeing someone causing trouble, coming out to stop it, then each returning to their own business.

Everyone here—or rather, the Soul Masters living in seclusion—were both residents and enforcers.

They had gone into seclusion in Lower Cliff precisely because they did not want anyone ruining their lives.

The whole process took less than half a cup of tea.

No one cried out about the injustice of "a Soul Master bullying commoners," no one reported it to the authorities, and no one gathered around to jeer. It was simply neighbors seeing someone causing trouble, coming out to stop it, then going back to whatever they had been doing.

That day, Zhou Qiubai had been sitting in the teahouse across the street, leisurely sipping tea.

It truly was extraordinary.