A crisp sound rang out beside everyone's ears.
Some of the city guard soldiers stared at Han Yilong, dumbfounded.
Han Yilong himself wore a bewildered expression. He felt as though something had struck him on the head.
He reached up to touch it, and a sticky sensation flooded his mind.
When he saw the yellowish-white substance smeared across his hand, he immediately let out a terrified scream.
"Ah...!"
The scream was deafening, heard throughout the entire street.
Countless people instinctively turned to look in this direction.
At the same time, a flock of geese passed overhead, and even more droppings rained down from the sky.
Slap... slap... slap...
Like raindrops, they all fell onto Han Yilong and the ground around him.
Everyone nearby fled far away from him, leaving only Han Yilong in disarray amidst the droppings.
Before long, news that Han Yilong had become Shit Yilong swept through the circles of Yang Province City like a hurricane.
And according to rumor, no one knew what that flock of geese had eaten.
Their droppings stank beyond belief. The stench could be smelled from three zhang away, and Han Yilong himself was knocked unconscious by it, collapsing to the ground and falling into a coma.
Those who smelled it vomited; those who came close were heartbroken.
For a time, Han Yilong became the laughingstock of countless people, his reputation utterly ruined throughout Yang Province City.
Li Qing naturally heard all sorts of rumors from the streets, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Daring to contend with me? Losing face is already getting off lightly."
Inside a guest room at There Is an Inn.
Li Qing placed the green ring on the table.
Looking at this item that seemed to be a Logic Relic, he took out a record book.