"Th-thank you, Big Brother!" Hearing this, Huo Qing was overjoyed. According to the customs of Mortality Plains, a captive who had been interrogated would usually be silenced. To be spared was nothing short of a miracle.1

His shoulder wound was only a minor injury. A cultivator like him could heal up from a wound like this in a matter of days to the point that it stopped affecting his movement. But in his current state, his mobility was severely compromised. Without assistance, there was no hope of making it back to town by morning. If he were to encounter those bottom-feeding rogue cultivators or rival gang members again when they came back to collect their fallen, they wouldn't hesitate to turn him into a corpse for real.0

They set off as soon as they were ready. An Jing gained a clear picture of the kind of place Pilljungle Town was through talking with Huo Qing. Situated in the eastern region in the heart of Mortality Plains, Pilljungle was rather large among the seventeen towns of the plains, boasting a permanent population of over fifty thousand. It...0