"Whoa! Another one dead!"
"How many does that make now? This young master from Suyang City sure fucking knows how to have fun!"
"What a sin. Every few days, he pulls something like this..."
The people who witnessed the scene at the city gate could not help breaking into discussion.
Li Chen could not help asking He Ran, "Brother, do you know what's going on here?"
He Ran said, "No. I left the coast twenty years ago to make my way inland. Brother Wu probably knows more about this."
Wu Ding said in his rumbling voice, "What's so surprising about it? It's just some spoiled brat amusing himself by tormenting lowly commoners and his own servants. Haven't we seen enough of that along the way?"
At those words, Li Chen fell silent.
Had he witnessed such a savage, bloody scene when he first transmigrated, he would surely have burned with righteous indignation, his fury impossible to contain.
But back then, he had only just become an embryo and could do nothing.
Several more years passed as he wandered from place to place with his parents in this world. Only gradually did he learn that such brutal tyranny and bullying of the weak were everywhere.
The Eastern Victory Continent had no unified dynasty or government at all. How people conducted themselves depended entirely on their strength and morals.
The peace on the surface was merely an unspoken code born of the tacit understanding that commoners and cultivators had developed over millions of years of living alongside one another.
Some held to the light and treated others with kindness, like the neighbors in White Rock Ward and the two Artisan Zhaos.
Some were evil by nature, cold and bloodthirsty, even taking pleasure in torturing the weak, like the person piloting the flying