Resentment?
Weren't the Azure Mystic disciples the main force keeping Ailin safe? Countless disciples had shed their blood and laid down their lives here, yet the people resented us, hated us?
Jiang Che felt a surge of absurdity, but then recalled the many memories in Zhang Guilu's mind.
Even a hundred-man commander like him had suffered at being forced to come to Ailin, had despaired at the thought that his descendants would remain military households forever, unable to escape. What, then, of these commoners in East City, whose circumstances fell far short of even a hundred-man commander's?
Wasn't it only natural that they would turn to the Master, then regard these Azure Mystic disciples, who had clearly come to arrest people, as enemies?
Taking it a step further, aside from the Great Wu court, didn't the Azure Mystic bear some responsibility for holding them down and leaving them to sink into misery in Ailin?
Their hatred was only natural.
"Move aside!" An Azure Mystic disciple had already lost patience and shouted, "Azure Mystic business! Clear the way!"
But the people merely stood where they were, staring fixedly at the party without a word, refusing to make way.
Another disciple could no longer restrain himself and drew his sword. "If you don't move, don't blame our blades for having no eyes!"
Still, the people did not move.
To the Azure Mystic disciples, this was outright provocation.
Which of them could walk down a street without being treated with respect or fear? Today, they had even drawn their blades, yet they were still being ignored!
But here in the street, before so many witnesses, they could hardly start killing people.
More importantly, killing a few to establish their authority would have been one thing if it could frighten the rest away. Judging