Entering through the city gate, the streets were teeming with people, a sea of jostling shoulders, and martial artists wearing bamboo hats could be seen everywhere, along with Taoists clad in brown robes and monks with shaved heads...
They were all Jianghu people and Sect Disciples who had come upon hearing the news.
Chen Mo walked among them in a blue Daoist robe, so inconspicuous as to be completely unnoticed.
However, where there were people, there was Jianghu, and where there was Jianghu, conflict was inevitable.
Not more than a few dozen meters ahead, the sound of an angry shout reached his ears, "You damn thief, you stole my Magical Treasure last time, and I haven't settled the score with you yet! How dare you show your face in front of me?"
"Hmph, Heaven's gifts belong to the virtuous. Whoever can seize it, owns it! Was your name, Qin Yi, written on that Magical Treasure?" another person replied, their voice slightly tinged with sarcasm.
"Enough talk! Prepare to die!"
