PS: The book will go premium on October 1. To preserve its recommendation slots during the new-release period, I need to keep the word count below two hundred thousand as much as possible.
There will be two updates a day today and tomorrow, to let the book stay on the new-release rankings one day longer.
Once it goes premium on October 1, I'll give you all your fill. Please understand.
Faced with such obvious malice, Hou Niao remained perfectly composed.
He had always believed that when malice showed on someone's face, it meant their hatred was not yet deep enough, and the situation could still be salvaged. Only when they hid all their hatred in their hearts did things become irretrievable.
A gate attendant led the way. As they passed the leader of the Red Scarves, Hou Niao held out his hand. The Red Scarf paused, then casually handed back the Sword Talisman, his words still full of disdain.
"There's nothing so great about this thing. It's only us people of Fang Family Fort who show it any respect. If you get the chance, sir, try flashing your Sword Talisman at those Soul Ghosts and demon creatures, and see how they react."
Hou Niao smiled. "I have. They loved it! They all swarmed me.
"If you like it too, you could actually have one of your own."
The Red Scarf leader curled his lip. "And then become just like you lot?"
...Hou Niao walked, leading his horse. The fortified settlement was actually large enough, and its streets wide enough, but riding was inconvenient because there were too many steps, a constraint imposed by the terrain. Besides, everyone in the streets was leading their horses and donkeys, and he did not want to stand out too much.
The Quanzhen Sect