Of course, it was only temporary.
The aftermath of the sword fight had merely been suppressed temporarily by the head of the observatory.
Even three months later, while Li Fan and friends were having skewers on the street, they could still feel the hidden anger in the words of local leaders and passersby. Their casual curse-filled chats could instantly resonate with others.
It seemed as if every cultivator from Bamboo Mountain was extremely resentful and dissatisfied with the events at Tiantai Mountain—as if every cultivator had lost close friends and loved ones in that murderous calamity.
Wrong, it wasn't as if—it was indeed the case.
