After Dark Flame, Divine Lord Xuan Shui, and the others left, the place fell quiet for a while.
Many people inexplicably breathed easier. They instinctively felt there was nothing left to worry about, that every source of instability had been removed.
"That isn't enough."
"Blood must truly be spilled. The dignity of the law must be watered with blood."
Jiang Ding spoke under his breath.
Cultivators from other worlds revered violence above all else. They were hardly accustomed to obeying laws, and sword cultivators were among the most extreme cultivators of all.
From his experience ruling Tushan Central Court, it would take round after round of purges, over at least ten thousand years, to plant the law in their souls until they obeyed it instinctively.
Still, without a definite capital offense, Jiang Ding was unwilling to spill blood for no reason.
A chill ran through the surrounding cultivators.
"Great Love, Fellow Daoist Han,"
"The shares have been settled. Nothing stands in the way."
Jiang Ding looked at them. "But given the situation, sword cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm may covet what you have in the future. Other Immortal Order cultivators may also turn hostile—or greedy."
"That truly lies beyond my ability to handle. My power is limited."
"Because it seems I face the same thing myself."
Jiang Ding cautioned them.
"You two must be more careful from now on. If you can take in your opportunities here, so much the better. You can weigh that for yourselves; I needn't say more."
These two old friends trusted him and were willing to work with him and share these opportunities. Naturally, he could not betray that trust.
"Haha!"
"Little Uncle Master, of course I know."
Han Lin laughed heartily.
"The Heavenly Lord has done all he could."
Great Love Divine