'I didn't expect to be stopped the moment I entered Fenggu Town!'
Lin Qing looked to be about thirty. His cultivation was impressive, at the mid-stage Innate Fifth Layer—far stronger than Lin Qiu. No wonder people said Lin Qiu was a good-for-nothing.
Reaching the mid-stage Innate Fifth Layer by the age of thirty practically made him one of the top three geniuses in Fenggu Town.
Jiang Jichen, however, was only displaying the cultivation of the Innate First Realm. To Lin Qing and his men, he was as weak as an ant—the kind of person they could bully and crush underfoot at will.
Lin Qing's two followers were at the Innate Third Realm. At his command, a cold glint flashed in their eyes. Their gazes fell upon Jiang Jichen as if he were livestock ready for slaughter.
On paper, it was a search, but they had lost count of how many people they'd crippled in the process—all of them members of smaller families who had dared to defy Lin Qing.
