Yuan Ming furrowed his brows and continued forward, only to witness another astonishing scene.
In a small alley beside the main road, a headless corpse lay sprawled with its blood already dried. Not far from it stood a topless man with a rugged beard, exuding the aura of an early-stage Foundation Establishment, who was cursively yelling,
"Who the hell did this? Killing someone and not even cleaning up the body, just leaving it in front of someone else's house—have they no sense of public decency?"
Seeing him scolding righteously, the nearby Cultivators seemed indifferent; some even too lazy to turn back for a glance, Yuan Ming couldn't help but gain a new understanding of the chaos in this area.
However, as he entered the inner city, the situation improved significantly, though the passersby Cultivators still carried a fierce aura, at least there were no more daring street fights.
