Time Was Running Out

When Dantai Canglan said this, his tone was neither hurried nor slow, even somewhat calm, yet the disdain between his words was deeply ingrained.

Since the day Canghai City was founded, its people had survived through their own hands. Whether they were Title Douluo or ordinary fishermen, everyone in this city had to work together.

No one would support you for free just because you were a Soul Master.

This deeply rooted belief was utterly incompatible with Spirit City's system of putting Soul Masters above all else.

"Still..." Dantai Canglan took a sip of tea, seeming to ponder. "Several policies Bibi Dong implemented after taking power did benefit commoners. But one thing is one thing; merits and faults do not cancel each other out."

Zhou Qiubai nodded slightly, his expression calm. "Every faction has its own way of living. We do not judge them, nor can we be bothered to meddle in other people's affairs. But if anyone wants to set their sights on Canghai City, that is another matter entirely."

Everyone in the courtyard turned their eyes toward Ghost Leopard in the corner.

Ghost Leopard was still tied up tightly. When Dantai Canglan had spoken earlier, he had kept his eyes closed and pretended to hear nothing. Yet under everyone's gaze now, his silence seemed especially grating.

"Look at him." Zhou Qiubai pointed at Ghost Leopard. "An elder of Spirit Hall, a Title Douluo, strutting around all day with his nose in the air. The Pope was first and he was second. And now? Seal his Soul Power, starve him for a few days, and he does not even have the strength to curse anyone."

Ghost Leopard slowly raised his head. His bloodshot eyes, reddened by hunger, swept across the courtyard, and a trace of dejection showed on his