"Thank goodness! It was disciples from the Green Pond Sect who arrived. If it had been cultivators from Xiuyue Sect, they wouldn't tolerate any filth in their eyes. They wouldn't have given you a chance to explain and would have cut you down with a single sword. Not only would you and I have lost our lives, but I fear even our great king would have been beheaded!"
"Tsk."
Yuan Huzhong sighed in relief and said:
"If we really were unlucky, what could we do? The sect members eradicate demons and then leave. Poor these five thousand people, you and I would be dead, only to be divided among the demon hordes!"
As Li Xizhi rose into the air, his mood became slightly gloomy. Although he knew that such things were common in South River, it was still the first time he had witnessed it first-hand. After listening to Yuan Huzhong's words, he truly felt powerless.
