"Here's what they really mean by 'no one pockets lost belongings on the road, and no one bolts their doors at night'!"
"The commoners near the Blue Tyrant compound were too poor to afford even black bread. What could they possibly lose? Their houses were thatched huts. Where would they get doors? How could they bolt them?"
"Besides, there's another little rumor. They say everyone around the Blue Tyrant compound, from sixty-year-old grannies down to ten-year-old children, was afraid to go out, day or night. Those who did go out wouldn't be sleeping in their own beds that night."
As though afraid his news was not shocking enough, the short, stout man dropped another bombshell.
The onlookers once again lived up to their nature, drawing sharp breaths one after another as cries of "How terrifying!" rang out incessantly.
Qian Chongling, who had been quietly eating nearby, nearly sprayed out the Green Plum Wine in his mouth.
He had traveled the continent for decades, and what he had seen and heard far exceeded these people's experience. Naturally, he knew a thing or two about the conduct of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects.
They certainly bullied men and preyed on women. That was a common failing among the great powers, but they were not so utterly depraved as to target everyone from sixty-year-old grannies to ten-year-old children.
As for the claim that no one pocketed lost belongings on the road or bolted their doors at night, that was boasting so wildly it sent the bull into the heavens. What could commoners possibly have in their homes that those great powers would even care to look at?
That said, after Yu Yuanzhen became the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, such acts of bullying