PS: The book goes premium on October 1. To keep its recommendation slots during the new-book 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, so the book can stay on the new-book rankings for one more day.
Once it goes premium on October 1, I'll give everyone more. Please understand.
Faced with such obvious malice, Hou Niao remained composed.
He had always believed that when malice showed on someone's face, it meant their hatred was not yet deep enough, and things could still be salvaged. Once they hid all their hatred in their heart, that was when things became irretrievable.
A gate attendant led the way. As they passed the leading Red Scarf, Hou Niao held out his hand. The Red Scarf paused, then casually handed back the Sword Talisman, still speaking with 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, why not flash 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 over.
"If you like it too, you could actually have one of your own."
The Red Scarf leader curled his lip. "And end up like you lot?"
...Hou Niao led his horse along. The Fortified Settlement was actually large enough, and its streets wide enough, but riding was inconvenient because there were too many steps, a limitation 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 did not seem very popular here? He