Lin Changheng had originally intended only to rest briefly in this small market ward on the border of the sect's territory, but the words "Purple Pole Sect Supervisory Law Enforcement Team" made him stop deliberately.
The reason was simple: enemies always met on a narrow road.
Years ago, this "Supervisory Law Enforcement Team" had come to Jade Belt Lake and slapped them with an accusation of "colluding with tribulation cultivators," demanding that they open their formation. It had plainly been an attempt at robbery by force.
They had refused to "obey" then, and a great battle had nearly erupted.
If they lost, they would be killed in the name of justice; if they won, they could only flee as criminals.
Their peaceful lives would have been shattered by a calamity they had done nothing to invite.
Fortunately, the Sun Clan's ancestor had happened to visit, preventing that "tragedy."
But the incident had lodged in Lin Changheng's heart like a nail. He could not forget it.
As long as those greedy jackals remained, who knew when they might return?
They were a lingering threat!
After all, how could anyone stand guard against thieves for a thousand days?
And Lin Changheng's nature was exceedingly simple: whenever an opportunity arose, he would nip potential threats and budding risks in the bud!
Only then could he sleep without worry.
This time, he had happened upon these Supervisory Law Enforcement Team cultivators committing evil. Was this not an opportunity to "clear his Dao heart" delivered straight to his door? How could he refuse?
"Li Feiyu, a rogue cultivator? Never heard of you! Whoever you are, get out of our way immediately, or else-" The stern cultivator frowned deeply, an inexplicable thread of wariness rising in his heart. Since this man dared come, he was probably