Li Guanyi, once again returned to abject poverty.
The newly recognized Grandmaster Li Guanyi looked at the gradually expanding walls and city that were becoming the Inner City and Outer City, his eyes void of life, much like a squirrel who returns home before winter only to find all its hidden acorns stolen by damned humans.
"Ah, money, why can't it stop being spent?!"
Li Guanyi felt a melancholic breeze blowing by, as the young man supported his chin with both hands and gazed into the distance, sighing. The reason why bandits have become scarce, and sand pirates rarely pass by Anxi City these days, is because Li Guanyi himself personally went on the road.
A grand new Grandmaster.
Carrying the Qilin, capturing Nangong Wumeng.
Casually strolling along the main road, just like Xue Daoyong did over a hundred years ago, single-handedly reversing the looting by sand pirates here, making it so whenever sand pirates dared to rob, it would bring them bad luck.
