Daylight blazed, golden rays streaming in every direction.
The market's east street.
Wang Qing dragged a cloth sack out of the River Moon Gambling House, leaving a mottled trail of blood behind him. The remaining cultivators from Three Rivers Island and Bright Moon Island followed, their faces filled with terror mingled with hatred.
He reached the middle of the street.
Seeing a spectacle to watch, some nearby cultivators had already gathered around, while those farther away leaned out from the second floor to watch.
"Fellow Daoists, several cultivators from Three Rivers Island and Bright Moon Island violated the market's rules. I have executed them on the spot. I hope you will all abide by the rules and not throw away your lives!"
With that, he emptied the heads from the sack. Eight heads rolled across the ground. Then he turned and left. The surrounding cultivators cleared a path before gathering around again, pointing at the heads and chattering away!
Wang Qing returned reeking of blood. Liu Yu was preparing breakfast, and when he saw Wang Qing return, he told him to wash up and change his clothes.
A short while later, the three gathered at the dining table.
They ate without speaking and soon finished.
Zhao Yi waved a hand, and the bowls and chopsticks cleaned themselves and arranged themselves neatly.
"I plan to leave Xu Changwang and his wife in the market and have them run this shop, doing some business and gathering rumors here year-round while they're at it! From now on, Linghua Island's cultivators are not to come to this market without reason. We can leave the sale and purchase of the island's Spirit Honey, refined rice, and spirit rice to those two!"
"Can they be trusted?"
"His daughter is about to become one of our Linghua