An Accident Was No Accident

The aura of the Nascent Soul Realm burst wide open in that instant, and the middle-aged man's vigilance rose to its peak.

He could not help regretting it. When he had first arrived, he had surveyed the cultivators around him. Seeing that the strongest among them was merely at the late Core Formation Realm, he had clearly relaxed quite a bit.

Though he too was only at the early Nascent Soul Realm, with his orthodox and distinguished background along with his advantage in cultivation, no one present should have been capable of posing a life-or-death threat to him.

Moreover, the atmosphere here had been exceptionally lively, to the point that he had actually let down his guard. Someone had come right up beside him, yet he had not noticed at all.

It would have been one thing if it were an ordinary person, but now that he had come to Yu Prefecture and witnessed its martial culture—as well as the firearms everyone carried—he had no choice but to be on guard.

A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator might possess a lofty realm, but that did not mean they would not die from a bullet!

The biting aura made everyone around him stiffen, and they instinctively turned to look.

The person who had spoken seemed startled as well. He staggered back two steps, then fell to the ground with a thud.

The middle-aged man's gaze swept over him like a sharp sword, only for him to discover that the speaker was merely a late Foundation Establishment Realm brat.

What was going on? Had he been too tense?

Upon seeing the other man's cultivation, he immediately relaxed.

"My apologies, everyone. I have been discourteous. Attendant, bring each of them a cup of apology wine. I shall drink first."

The middle-aged man raised his