"Jia Daoyi."
"Your subordinate is here!" Jia Daoyi hurried forward and answered with a bow.
"Clean up," Qing Chen said evenly. "Repair whatever needs repairing. Within three days, I want this place restored to its original state."
"Yes!" Sweat broke out on Jia Daoyi's forehead, and he hastily agreed.
His heart ached over the expense too. With this entire street smashed, repairs alone would cost hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.
But Qing Chen had spoken, and he dared not utter another word.
"Take the expenses out of these Penglai Spirit Island cultivators' storage bags."
"One more thing." Qing Chen paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone present. "You all saw what happened today."
"You have traveled far to come here, and I welcome you."
"But if anyone dares cause trouble in Demon Lotus City again-"
"Penglai Spirit Island will serve as your example."
With that, Qing Chen turned his gaze toward a certain spot within the city.
A thick bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, crossed several miles in the blink of an eye, and landed at the edge of the ruins.
The lightning faded, revealing a purple-robed Daoist.
The Daoist had a lean face, and faint lightning darted through his eyes as they opened and closed. The aura around him resembled a thunderstorm on the verge of erupting, its pressure warping the air within a thousand zhang.
It was none other than Penglai Spirit Island's chief Island Lord-Penglai True Lord!
A Nascent Soul late-stage Great Cultivator who practiced lightning arts, he had made his name a thousand years ago. He had once used his Purple Firmament True Thunder to clash head-on with a Nascent Soul peak expert. His fearsome reputation resounded throughout the Gouwu Sea and even Han and Ming Prefectures of the Southeastern Circuit.
His gaze swept