Half a month later, the cultivators living in the slum area had all paid up what they could.
Those who didn't, either had already moved away, or were already dead.
On this day, news arrived from the outside that the Patrol Team had captured the evildoer, at the expense of many casualties.
This made Xu Mu sigh, the timing was indeed impeccable.
...
"Greeting, Lord Jia!"
"Greetings, Friend Jia!"
"No need to be formal, no need to be formal!"
On the street, the passersby frequently bowed and greeted Jia An, who was patrolling with a few followers.
Jia An smiled and nodded in response.
At this moment, he was brimming with confidence, at the pinnacle of his life. It was a stark contrast to his once disdainful appearance half a month ago.
"Brother Jia, we have arrived at Xu Mu's residence!"
Ma Rui, who was leading the way ahead, said with a sycophantic smile.
By this point, he had thoroughly become Jia An's lackey, despite his cultivation not being inferior to Jia An's.
