Just what you'd expect from villains.
In only a few sentences, they were already calling for blood, pushing themselves onto the opposing side.
That was what Lin Bai disliked about villains: they wouldn't listen to reason.
Look how nice Jiang Qingqin from Hundred Flowers Valley was. He had put her through an entire night of trouble, yet a few words were enough to smooth things over...
To survive in this world, you had to find your place.
In a sense, Lin Bai was like the players: he had no particular prejudice toward good or evil.
After all.
This wasn't his homeland. He felt no sense of belonging here.
Especially after founding the Righteousness Sect, Lin Bai had to stand on the side of righteousness. He couldn't refuse to take either side; at least the righteous factions were willing to hear him reason...
And, just like the players thought.
Lin Bai couldn't lose this battle.
In the game, the players were the real resources—the Beggar Gang he had painstakingly brought together.
If they scattered after their very first battle and Shopkeeper Lin's mighty reputation crumbled, advertisers would invest less. Without any financial returns, which players would still want to follow him...
Lin Bai now had over a hundred years' worth of inner force, enough to throw around virtually all his martial arts at will.
Ever since learning that martial arts could suppress cultivators in the early game, Lin Bai had been itching to test his fighting strength.
The genes for battle actually flowed in every man's blood. They merely needed the right moment to be unleashed.
Besides.
Making his way in a game world, he would probably face plenty of real combat. He had to whip himself into shape.
The Blood Shadow Gate wanted to win players over with flashy moves.