The guards came to us in a hurry. Their faces were pale and their voices low, as if they feared someone might overhear.
"Captain," one guard whispered, "there is a problem in the city... we need your assistance right away."
My father frowned. Today was supposed to be a happy day—the age ceremony of his daughter—but instead anger showed on his face. "Not today," he muttered, "of all days..."
Another guard leaned closer and spoke even softer. "Sir, this is urgent. If we don't deal with it, it might affect the entire city. There is an immortal... he came from the Immortal Holy Land, and he is causing trouble."
My father's expression hardened. His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. "An immortal? Here, in my city? Damn it..." He cursed loudly, then turned to us. "Stay here. I will handle this." Without wasting another breath, he ran toward the city, his cloak flying behind him.
When he arrived, the scene was already in chaos. Guards surrounded the immortal, their spears raised, but none dared step too close. The immortal stood calmly in the middle of the street, holding a weapon that shone with an eerie light.
The immortal laughed coldly. "These lonely mortals dare stand against me? Do you wish to die? Do you dare lay hands on my magic weapon?"
The guards trembled, but they did not back away. They had already pulled him down once, but his strength was overwhelming.
My father's voice thundered across the street. "What is happening here?"
The immortal turned his gaze toward him, eyes full of disdain. "So, another mortal dares to bark at me. Do you even know who I am?"
Ignoring the immortal, my father spoke directly to the soldiers. "Guards, report! Tell me what this bastard has done."
One of the guards quickly stepped forward, sweat running down his face. "Captain, this cultivator... he was abusing a young girl. We came to rescue her, but he resisted and tried to fight all of us."
The immortal only smirked, showing no shame. "So what if I did? She was weak, just like all of you."
My father's eyes grew cold, colder than steel. His voice cut the air like a blade. "I see. Then I understand everything. Seize him—now. Put him in prison where he belongs!"
The guards shouted in unison, "Yes, Captain!" and rushed forward with renewed courage.
The immortal's expression finally changed as chains of glowing iron were brought forth. He shouted angrily, "You dare! You dare imprison me?!" But the guards did not stop. My father stood there, watching with a face as solid as stone, until the immortal was finally subdued.
And so, on the day that should have been my sister's ceremony, the peace of the city was shaken by the arrogance of an immortal.