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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five: Promise_2

"Oppressing the poor and destitute can be even easier than accepting bounties to hunt Demonic Beasts. Little by little, a tower is built, and these uncontrolled low-rank Cultivators become a disaster far greater than the Demonic Beasts,"

she said.

Luo Wei turned her gaze, looking toward the ink-dressed girl who was dangling her bare feet in the clear pond, eyes downcast:

"You must have seen these things in your travels, right, Qingmo?"

"Mentor mother... Xu Yuan has told me about this," Ran Qingmo replied softly.

"Oh?" Luo Wei's eyes flickered, "What did he say?"

Ran Qingmo thought for a moment, imitating the tone he had used originally:

"Chaos is inherent to all things at their onset. The edicts of The Imperial Court guide us, strict laws enforce order over time, yet it's a shame..."

She stopped there, not continuing.

"Is it a shame that the Sects interfere?" Luo Wei prompted.

"...Yes."

"This kid really has a way with words."