The Wine Tank Named World!

Huala!

A wine barrel was smashed into pieces next to the plank. The broken pieces rained upon Iron Saint Qi Zhongdao's face due to the counterforce.

"Why?" Qi Zhongdao sounded like a cluster of cold ice enveloped by scorching fire. He said painfully, "Why do the Cultivators from the main sects not understand the importance of the big picture at all? As long as a sect provides a tiny bit of food, millions of disaster victims will be spared, so they will not cause any trouble or be manipulated by Mother White Lotus!

"This is the best approach to prevent a ghoul army from appearing. It is certainly much better than slaying evil in a hurry after thousands of ghouls have shown up, isn't it?

"But—but I didn't know that their duplicity would be so appalling!