He had just finished dinner with friends and was heading home when he was blocked on the road, and then suddenly someone rushed out and killed everyone.
No matter how you put it, it had absolutely nothing to do with him.
"Jiang Hu, this is Jiangnan Province, the very foundation of our Maoshan."
At this moment, Fang Changle seemed to see through Jiang Hu's thoughts.
Since ancient times, in every dynasty, the struggle between the Central Imperial Court and local Gated Communities had practically spanned the entire history of empires.
The Daoist Alliance Headquarters sits high above, but Maoshan is itself a member of the Daoist Alliance—Jiangnan Province is ultimately its home turf.
"If even he can't be protected, how will Maoshan Taoist Skill ever flourish?"
Fang Changle's words were charged with an overwhelming momentum that seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, boundless and infinite.
