Lower Mountain District, Threshing Ground.
"Really?"
"Really! Ye Sizheng didn't eat Ginseng Fruit at all, and he didn't stay on the mountain either—he went straight back to the Lower Mountain District. I heard Ye Sizheng pointed at the town chief's nose and cursed, 'Under heaven, no one gets to make rules for me. Not even you, Zhang Wentian!'"
"The first half sounds real..."
"Hahahaha..."
Everyone looked at the Filthy Beggar, who was laughing wildly, utterly baffled.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing because someone else dared not to care about the town chief's rules. As long as someone isn't afraid of the town chief, we have hope of leaving Eerie Town alive. Let me tell you, Blessing Town originally had a group of river diggers..."
"Enough, enough..." Several people impatiently interrupted the Filthy Beggar.
"How many times have you told this already? Our ears are growing calluses. Isn't it just river diggers becoming lake diggers? Isn't it just the whole draining-the-pond-to-catch-the-fish business? Do you have to keep prattling on about it?"
"Yeah, isn't it just the matter of making steamed buns and dividing steamed buns? A simple problem of uneven distribution, yet you've gone on about it for so long."
"We all understand."
The Filthy Beggar merely smiled calmly and continued telling his story to himself.
Some people shook their heads and turned away, while others pondered why the Filthy Beggar had suddenly burst into laughter.
After returning to the Night Guard, Li Qingxian made a few arrangements, summoned the Divine Fate Sect disciples, tested them first, then gave them guidance.
Afterward, Li Qingxian contacted Gai Fengyou.
"You've done quite a few things for me these past days. Saying thanks would make us seem distant, but it wouldn't be right not to show anything either. How about this? I