When he spoke, it always made people feel that the silver in his hand had become burning hot out of fear.
...
Duan Yun listened to all of this and could only think that Qinghe City was just a much larger version of Lishui Town.
Many people in the Martial World here, regardless of their martial skills, were just as numb and fearful as ordinary commoners.
Or one might say, as people of the Martial World, they only struck hard at those weaker than them and were always servile to those stronger.
Duan Yun ate a bowl of oil-seared noodles at a noodle stall, feeling quite satisfied with the impact he had created.
Some still dared not repair their houses or paint their walls privately, but eventually, there were those who dared.
He took a sip of noodle soup, finding it immensely flavorful.
This Qinghe City might not be much otherwise, but the variety of food was indeed abundant.
