Riding a Dragon Head, traveling thousands of miles a day, to go see the Prefecture City!?
Ji Xiu's breath hitched. He never would have imagined his master could act in such a ferocious manner!
It was as if he treated these so-called 'Grand Lineage Daoist Schools' as if they were nothing.
'Then again,' he thought, 'since we've already completely alienated them, and crippling them was enough—killing them would be pointless—if we can trade them for the resources I need to cultivate the 'Feathered Immortal Skin'...'
'...wouldn't that be the best possible course of action!'
Even if he hadn't offended them, could he really have avoided certain disasters?
One only had to look at the style of that Medicine Shop to know!
He had given Huang the Seventh a way out again and again.
But the brat refused to appreciate it and ended up causing trouble. To eliminate any future problems, Ji Xiu had killed him, and even then, he had left them no pretext for revenge.
