Cultivators pay no heed to the affairs of commoners, which Gu Biyue understood all too well.
Yet, when such a major incident occurred, a cultivator's intervention could have easily resolved it, leaving her somewhat unwilling to let commoners fend for themselves.
"Didn't that arrest officer set upon the path of cultivation? That's no longer a matter concerning commoners," Gu Biyue remarked.
Jiang Fan shook his head with a wry smile, "What difference does it make? I've become a scapegoat. Who would believe my words?"
"Huh? You're alive and kicking already? What's going on?" Gu Bikong's voice came from outside.
The next second, Gu Bikong swept into the dilapidated temple, a bit out of breath, "I've led those officers away; they won't come here for a while."
Jiang Fan's eyes widened in surprise; when Gu Bikong arrived earlier, his speed was astonishing, clearly not that of a commoner.
