"All of you, scram! This Celestial Stalwart Spine is mine!" The dark-skinned, middle-aged fatty swept his gaze across the surroundings as he viciously spoke these words.
These people were those who lived at the impoverished border; who would try to eke out a living here when they could live in the flourishing Law Realm? Naturally, the words of the dark-skinned fatty had the more cowardly border people backing away at once, and that grandfather-granddaughter pair, who owned the ultimate-grade Celestial Stalwart Spine, began to tremble.
The border people could not afford to offend any of the merchants they traded with. These merchants of minor clans in the Law Realm were not that formidable, but in the eyes of the border people, they were all impressive characters. Without them, they would have no means of selling off their goods and would lose their path to prosperity.
