The Purple Pole Sect's people came quickly and left just as quickly.
They asked little and did not probe too deeply, giving the impression that they knew when to stop.
After all, the three island lords of Jade Belt Lake were tenants, not criminals. Excessive measures would not do.
Although the sect's Foundation Establishment late stage cultivator played the bad cop several times, Lin Changheng and the others paid him little mind. They cared only about Zhen's attitude.
He was the one truly in charge and represented the final will of the Purple Pole Sect's higher ranks. Every word and action was carefully considered.
Moreover, the Purple Pole Sect's people seemed little concerned with collecting evidence. They only wanted "a detailed account of the incident," "items left behind," "characteristics of their cultivation methods," and the like.
Could the Purple Pole Sect's intelligence network be so formidable that they already have relevant information? Or have these Tribulation Cultivators left a criminal record that makes identifying them easy?
Lin Changheng pondered inwardly.
He had worked backward from the sect members' behavior and Mo Zhaoli's hints about the sect's decision, and he was reasonably certain his deduction was close to the mark.
In any case, the matter had largely come to an end. Whatever power stood behind those Tribulation Cultivators would certainly not dare act rashly in the near future.
Lin Changheng could now cultivate in peace and digest his gains.
Time slowly passed, and life at Jade Belt Lake began returning to tranquility.
Harmony prevailed everywhere.
Having shared the ordeal of nearly losing their islands and lives, the three islands had grown closer, nurturing a deeper trust.
Lin Changheng and Perching Moon Island had also risen to become the backbone of the three cultivators and the foremost of the three islands.