The biggest recent event in the Lizhi Sea had been the clash between the Wind-Chasing Pirates Group and the Canghai Pirates Group in the outer seas. The outcome had been strange, but also expected.
When the eldest and second brothers fought, the third brother suffered; when immortals fought, the little ghosts paid the price. This was a story that repeated endlessly throughout human history. There was nothing strange about it.
The pecking order among the Li Sea pirate groups had been settled, and events would follow this script for a long time to come. The Tiger Tooth Pirates would continue to see their territory and influence nibbled away, their forces suppressed. Such was the tide.
Was swallowing humiliation and bearing the burden really so easy? They might endure and endure until there was nothing left of them.
In terms of personal reputation, Hou Niao's name was unrivaled within two thousand li of the Lizhi coast, enough to cow demons and evil spirits. But as the man himself, he understood his situation better than anyone.
He would not be staying in these coastal waters much longer.
At Gushe Cottage, he looked at Fang Yazi, who had already reached Spirit Sense. "Don't be so resentful. Even if you'd gone back then, it would only have been another ***. With me there, would you have had a turn to act?"
Fang Yazi kept his mouth shut. He could blame no one for this. He had prepared for so long, only to leave when he should not have because of his cultivation realm.
Hou Niao smiled. "My time here has probably entered its final countdown. Once the Minister of Justice Prefecture finishes analyzing the situation in the Li Sea, my departure will be inevitable. But things here aren't over. The troubles still to come