Zhang Xiaofan listened to the soldier's report, his eyes narrowing slightly as his expression turned cold in an instant.
Even knowing that they and the Ghost King Sect were present in Sanfu Town, someone still dared to commit such a vile act.
"It was done by a cultivator." After the soldier finished reporting, he waited for Zhang Xiaofan's instructions.
"Go to the inn and tell my senior brothers about this," Zhang Xiaofan ordered the soldier, then turned to look at Luo Yunji, who was still fiddling with little trinkets at the stall.
"You all keep playing. I'll go over and see what's going on," Zhang Xiaofan said to Liao Xing and the Third Prince.
After Zhang Xiaofan finished speaking, he left, and two soldiers split off to follow him.
The little stall was filled with clay figurines, dough figurines, and the like. The old craftsman was skilled, shaping them so vividly that they seemed alive, and he had painted them in very bright colors.
When Luo Yunji saw Zhang Xiaofan leave, he did not follow. By comparison, the little toys before him were far more attractive to him.
The rules of Sanfu Town had actually been set by He Dazhi. He could not stand disorder, and ordinary commoners had a very hard time living here, having often been bullied by cultivators for a time.
If not for that, Zhang Xiaofan would not have cared about public order in the town. Since these were the rules He Dazhi had established, and the Ghost King had not raised any objections at the time, under such circumstances, nothing could be allowed to go wrong and slap them in the face.
Wherever Luo Yunji went in Sanfu Town, people who saw him would come forward one after another to pay respects and greet him.