From Wushi City's gate to Tiger Roar Hall's headquarters, Zhao Gan had walked this route countless times, every time with his head high and his heart full.
Because along the way, every mortal and cultivator who saw him, the deputy hall master of Tiger Roar Hall, would respectfully step aside and salute him.
That was not merely because of Tiger Roar Hall's influence, but because this city needed Tiger Roar Hall.
The Seventy-Two Kingdoms were unlike the Central Land, where demons and devils had always run rampant. If the human world of the Central Land was on the verge of collapse, then the human world of the Seventy-Two Kingdoms had long since become an asura battlefield.
Every month, wandering demonic beasts would charge near the city, and within days, vengeful ghosts and lingering spirits would start causing trouble.
Without Tiger Roar Hall maintaining order within and beyond the city, this place would become like Peace Kingdom—mortals reduced to livestock for monsters, the entire nation turned into a slaughterhouse that never ceased.
In the past, Zhao Gan had taken every step with rampant arrogance, with upright dignity, and with a clear conscience.
But today, he felt unable to move his legs.
Because behind him was a pair of cold, sinister eyes. He could feel the mysterious Zuo Lengchan gathering his anger.
Though he did not know where that anger came from, Zhao Gan was truly afraid.
That fear was not born from the humiliation Zuo Lengchan had inflicted upon him earlier.
It came from fear of the unknown.
The reason Zhao Gan had been lingering around the city gate was because he had seen the distinctive radiance of a Star Raft tearing through the Ninefold Heavenly Firmament.
He had never ridden a Star Raft, but he knew it was a magical