Just as Ye Xiu was about to step into the city, a sharp shout suddenly rang out before him.
With a wave of scorching heat, Ye Xiu felt a long iron hammer bar his path.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Before Ye Xiu could ask, Nie Qing's face darkened at once.
"Brother Ye is a brother of our Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe. Not to mention that, for the Patriarch's illness, he traveled a thousand miles to personally deliver his spiritual medicine. You dare block his path—do you truly think the clan rules no longer exist?"
By the end, Nie Qing's voice erupted like thunder rolling across the heavens.
He stared fixedly at the guards who had drawn their weapons to intercept them, his gaze so fierce it seemed ready to devour people whole.
"The clan has given orders. All outsiders must now undergo inspection!"
The Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe guards before them stammered, unable to respond. Yet someone stepped forward from behind them and took over the conversation.
"Consecrated Ping, if I remember correctly, Third Elder submitted Brother Ye's status as a sworn ally here one cycle ago."
"So much time has passed. Has the clan still not finished processing the matter?"
Nie Qing showed not the slightest intention of backing down as he looked at the cultivator before him.
In End City, he might have been no more than an ordinary member of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe. His usual mild and amiable manner was largely due to his natural disposition. But if anyone truly took Nie Qing for someone who could be toyed with and humiliated at will, they were sorely mistaken.
How could Nie Qing, a man capable of leading his clansmen to carve out a foothold in End City and independently commanding teams in matters great and small,