At this point, a terrifying killing intent flashed through Star Saint's eyes.
His tavern had been protected by his own reputation, and for tens of thousands of years, nothing had ever gone wrong.
Moreover, the tavern brought him no small profit every year.
Yet this time, it had actually been looted.
Where was he supposed to put his face now?
"Saint, I know, I know."
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin and I were drinking, wanting to relax here for a while, when a group of people from Heaven Province suddenly appeared."
"They were truly deranged—slashing at anyone they saw."
"We were incredibly lucky to have run fast. If we'd been even a little slower, we would've lost our lives, Saint."
Under Ye Lin's astonished gaze, Wang Zheng knelt on the ground, clutched Star Saint's thigh, and wailed without end.
Listening to this, Star Saint's expression gradually darkened.
"Those Heaven Province bastards."
In the end, Star Saint squeezed out those five words.
Just like that, the reputation he had painstakingly built up over ten thousand years was gone.
Who would still dare come to his tavern for a drink in the future?
They really were a pack of bastards.
"Get up first."
Looking at Wang Zheng, who was still kneeling, Star Saint rubbed his brow and spoke gently.
These two were survivors of the disaster three days ago. If he still wanted to rebuild his tavern and restore its reputation, he would have to rely on these two.
"The bastards from three days ago took something of vital importance from me."
"Now, the rules throughout Yun Province have been rewritten. Competition above is fierce, and Quasi-Saints are forbidden from taking action."
"I see that you two are fairly capable, so I'll give you a task. It doesn't matter if you fail, but