Outside the city, Li Yi witnessed the fate of the other disciples from Zhao's Martial Arts Hall and understood that, once the power struggle was lost, what their end would be like in this ruthless world where there are no laws, where everything relies on one's martial prowess. The idea that the strong prevail was pushed to the limit. If you are strong enough, you can manipulate and oppress others at will, and everything seems so justified.
Therefore, after entering Sanyang City, Li Yi realized that if he wanted to avenge his master and recoup the blood debt for Zhao's Martial Arts Hall, he had to set aside any notion of mercy, discard the lifestyle he had on Earth, become mighty, dignified, and indifferent. Only then could Li Yi firmly establish himself and stand his ground here.
"Giddy up!"
Li Yi sped on his horse, and the pedestrians hurriedly gave way. He merely asked calmly, "Rong Niang, Han and Jin's Martial Arts Halls, which one is closest to us?"
