By the time Luo Liao's wife had dragged him off to "have a drink of Wine," Pan Long had already returned to the mountains.
After that battle, he believed no one would trouble the people he had saved again. Twelve Innate Masters had died in half a night and half a day. That was enough to send a chill through anyone tempted to try the same trick.
Unless they could send a True Person Grandmaster to kill him outright, no one would dare copy the Heavenly Hand Gang's schemes while he lived.
People valued their lives, after all. The Greenwood was no exception.
They might be ruthless and often claim that loyalty mattered more than life or death, but Pan Long did not believe a word of it.
The infighting and power struggles of the Greenwood were far crueler than those among the White Path. Anyone who did not know how to keep themselves safe had died long ago!
Pan Long certainly did not believe there were villains who valued brotherhood more than their own lives. He had seen plenty across two lifetimes, yet he had encountered such people only in stories.
There were, of course, heroes who prized loyalty above life. But such heroes would at least be unconventional Rangers who walked the line between good and evil, never professionals who lived off dirty money.
Perhaps that was prejudice. He would welcome anyone who proved him wrong through their actions.
Unfortunately, he had yet to meet one...
With a sigh, he returned to the hillside where he had previously trained in seclusion.
In the half month or so he had been gone, weeds had sprung up everywhere. Several vines had even climbed over his hut, leaving the place looking desolate.
He spent a day clearing it before he could