PS: The book goes premium on October 1. To secure recommendation slots during the new-book period, I need to keep the word count under two hundred thousand as much as possible.
There will be two updates a day today and tomorrow, to give the book one more day on the new-book rankings.
Once it goes premium on October 1, I'll give everyone more. Please understand.
Faced with such blatant hostility, Hou Niao remained outwardly unruffled.
He had always believed that when hostility showed on someone's face, their hatred was not yet deep enough, and things could still be salvaged. Once they hid all their hatred in their hearts, there was no turning back.
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 handed back the Sword Talisman with utter indifference, his words still dripping with disdain.
"There's nothing so special about this thing. It's only us Fang Family Fort People who show it a little respect. If you get the chance, sir, try flashing your Sword Talisman at those Soul Ghosts and demon creatures. 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 turn into someone like you?"
...Hou Niao walked, leading his horse. The Fortified Settlement was large enough, and its streets were wide enough, but riding was inconvenient because there were too many steps and ledges, a limitation imposed by the terrain. Besides, everyone on the streets was leading their horses and donkeys, and he did not want to stand out too much.
The Quanzhen Sect did not seem particularly popular here?