In the square outside, a crowd of rogue cultivators had gathered, shouting and jostling, their emotions running high.
The White Sand Commerce Guild's guards braced as though facing a formidable enemy, every one of them fully alert.
"Have these people gone mad? Today is the day the Incense Accumulation Immortal Venerable visits us. Why choose this exact moment to cause trouble?"
A general manager of the White Sand Commerce Guild stared at the people before him, his face livid and his expression dark.
He desperately wanted to draw his treasure sword and hack them to pieces.
But no orders had come from above, so he could only endure.
"They chose this moment precisely because they wanted to cause trouble. There's no need to ask-the real culprits have long since hidden themselves away. The ones they sent out are insignificant pawns. Those fools might not even know the Immortal Venerable is here. If they did, they probably wouldn't dare make a scene."
Beside the chief guard, another steward of the White Sand Commerce Guild shook his head helplessly.
He too found the situation thorny and dared not act on his own authority.
"You must give us an explanation today..."
The grassroots rogue cultivators saw the White Sand Commerce Guild's caution, and it only fanned their arrogance.
"That's right! With this many of us forcing our way in, what can you do to us?"
"The North Sea belongs to everyone! What right do you have to monopolize it?"
Members of the commerce guild had already come out to explain the reasons, but the grassroots rogue cultivators clearly had no intention of listening carefully. The instigators behind them deliberately played dumb, fanning the flames.
Just as the situation threatened to escalate further, someone suddenly approached. It was Li Ling himself.
"That's... the Immortal