A single stone raises a thousand ripples.
Lin Mo's sudden appearance in Grand Xia, and his voluntary surrender in Rakshasa City, was like a giant stone falling into the still waters of an ancient well, instantly splashing up towering waves.
All sides moved into action, especially those who had had dealings with Chen Shanhe; they were particularly tense now.
When Chen Shanhe had just encountered trouble, they were already on edge every day, fearful that the next blow would fall upon their heads. Now, more than two years had passed, and many had even forgotten the fear they once felt.
They were terrified that Lin Mo also possessed negative intelligence about them, or that, because of this event, there would be a vigorous crackdown.
Then their days would truly become difficult.
