The road to the Enforcement Hall was already occupied by countless spectators who never minded making a commotion even bigger. They crowded together in dense clusters, forming a spectacular sight.
Meanwhile, the witnesses who had fled back to their own quarters earlier spread the news as quickly as gossiping fishwives.
Before long, the incident swept through the entire Misty Sect like a prairie fire, stirring up an enormous uproar.
Almost every disciple with time to spare rushed over to watch, secretly worrying: If there's no more supply of ingredients in the future, where will I buy them?
After all, whether they ate at the dining hall or a restaurant, the exorbitant prices were enough to leave anyone speechless.
As cultivators, every one of them had a formidable appetite. If they ate to their hearts' content, devouring several entire cattle apiece would hardly be a problem.
However, all of that depended on whether the spirit stones in their pockets could support such spending.
Moreover, eating these foods helped their cultivation without any side effects, unlike pills, which would leave at least some pill toxins behind if consumed in excess, requiring additional effort to purge later.
The disciples stood along both sides of the road or gathered in small groups, their eyes fixed on Ying Ming Hao and his entourage as they headed toward the Enforcement Hall.
The procession was imposing and numerous, yet perfectly orderly. They did not look the least bit like people being taken in for questioning.
Meanwhile, Ying Ming Hao himself stood out even more-he wore a smile and kept waving to the people around him, looking less like someone about to stand trial than someone attending a grand celebration or going sightseeing.
Before long, they reached the Enforcement Hall's main chamber. Ying Ming Hao and the