The clan emblem, weapons used, and primary cultivation direction are all meticulously recorded over dozens of pages. Mr. Jiang has already been following them for over half an hour, not to probe their details but rather...
"Such a hassle, having to check whether they're friend or foe before making a move, sigh."
Shaking his head.
"The stationed cultivators in the past six towns were murdered by you, right? And you even stole the tributes they prepared for the sect."
Then he threw the thick book directly into the Qiankun Bag. His tone didn't carry tension; his body was relaxed. This inexplicable action showed an intriguing expression on the faces of others, revealing cold smiles.
The leader simply grinned and spoke in harsh Central Plains dialect.
"So what if we did? Do you intend to avenge them?"
"Can't say it's revenge, since they aren't disciples of my sect. However, your actions slightly break the rules—teaming up as five, ordinary towns can't stand up to your devastation."
