I lit the sandalwood, filling the workshop with a faint fragrance.
I put away the Bull Demon Mask and shed the black robe, returning my robust body to normal and regaining my usual gentle and honest appearance.
I let out a gentle breath, and my thoughts were calm, without ripples.
The Fishing Gang... had become my target, but instead of starting with the Black Snake Gang that had been tailing me, I took action against other forces within the Fishing Gang, as long as I discovered the Corpse Curse Mark within the gang.
Without hesitation, I would strike to kill with a thunderous burst.
To my surprise, the Fishing Gang... was almost riddled with holes from the penetration of the Corpse God Cult, or rather, it was as if they had opened their arms to let the Corpse God Cult erode them willingly.
It certainly must have been with the consent of the higher-ups of the Fishing Gang.
"The Fishing Gang... Are they planning to rebel against the Golden Light Prefecture?"