Before long, Murong came back. Duan Yun couldn't help but ask, "You're done already?"
Murong replied with heartfelt distress, "What done? It was so packed I couldn't even squeeze in."
"The people from the Martial World in the town are not pretending anymore. They've all drawn their weapons."
At this moment, Murong showed a look of deep sorrow and said, "When I was a child, the beautiful sisters and aunts from the Qiongling Sect would visit my father and bring me candy. I liked them so much. I just wanted to see if there was anyone I knew, to understand their plight, and see if I could uphold justice and lend a hand. But who would have thought there would be so many people."
"I remember the Qiongling Sect was short on silver before. Now that their cultivation technique has improved, they're not short on silver anymore," Murong analyzed.
Duan Yun couldn't resist making a sarcastic comment, "So it seems only the world where I get hurt has come true, huh?"
