After changing hands and weathering many storms in the past year, Immortal Arrival City had finally settled down.
Under the governance of the Xuandao Sect, the prevailing principle was to let the people rest and recover.
With no one stirring up trouble, life was naturally peaceful and prosperous.
After a period of such good days, once the initial adjustment was over, people inevitably grew comfortable and a little complacent.
"When people's lives get better, do they really lose their drive?"
Wei An asked Qin Wen, who was beside him, a hint of confusion in his voice as he put away the account book.
Just moments ago, he had seen several customers out.
They were all hardy members of Demon Hunting Teams, but when discussing hunting in the mountains, their talk was filled with phrases like "play it safe," "we'll test the waters again," and "let's find some other beast."
Their former ferocity was nowhere to be seen.
Qin Wen smiled, unsurprised.
