Crackle, crackle…0

A crimson fire blazed in the marketplace of Milin Prefecture, its flames dancing along the eaves, emitting the smell of burning wood. Blood flowed and dripped all over the ground and bodies lay strewn haphazardly at the street corners.0

Fei Wangbai stood quietly with his hands clasped behind his back.0

Among the guest cultivators he had brought, one had perished, and they had already taken care of the body. However, Fei Wangbai felt no sorrow. This assault on Milin Prefecture's marketplace had resulted in an abundance of spirit items and dharma artifacts for him, so much so that his storage pouches could not even contain them all. In fact, Fei Wangbai was so overjoyed that he almost laughed out loud. While the Li and Yu families fought, it was the Fei Family that...1