Tai'a's righteous speech won the heartfelt conviction of every Sword Cultivator in the city.
As expected of the Sword Sect-they kept public matters and private interests clearly separate!
They loved it!
Among the crowd, Zhao Qiansun gazed at Tai'a in the sky and sank into thought. Everyone is satisfied, and the Sword Sect has preserved its dignity. Is this what the Sword Sect Master meant by being open and aboveboard?
Chen Changsheng, meanwhile, watched with a strange look in his eyes. In his previous life, Second Senior Brother had slaughtered over a hundred thousand Sword Cultivators, forcing Tai'a to take his own life before the cultivators of the world.
A bunch of rogue Sword Cultivators had forced the leader of one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands to commit suicide?
How laughable! This was proof of how far the Cultivation World had fallen after enjoying peace for so long.
It was also evidence of why, after the Apocalypse arrived, no one had been able to turn back the raging tide!
Yet now Tai'a had ended up reaping both fame and fortune?
Tai'a waved his hand, and Ouyang and the other three vanished from where they stood. Just before Ouyang disappeared, the rope in his hand that tethered Liang Zai flew free.
Still lost in thought, Zhao Qiansun suddenly felt a chill around his neck. A loop of rope slipped over it, then abruptly tightened. Before he could react, he was dragged straight into the distorted space!
"Cough, cough, cough! I nearly became the first Core Formation Realm cultivator to be strangled to death!" Zhao Qiansun sucked in a sharp breath and rubbed his neck. That rope was strange, too. With it around his neck, he had been unable to muster even a trace of true essence.
Looking kindly and benevolent,