"Old man, our King is here to 'invite' you to the mountain again. Just come along quietly with us, and save others the trouble of dying because of you."
Below a bamboo house, the thug leader held a person under one arm while gnawing on something, all the while shouting towards the structure.
"Hah! You kill people, yet you claim it's my fault. Have demonized individuals like you lost even that much sense?" an elderly voice replied.
These words sparked a flash of anger in the eyes of the thug leader. He fumed silently. Why couldn't the old man just agree to die quietly? Instead, he made the leader come here to shout insults every few days, delaying his opportunities to devour so many people.
Wang Linchi squatted in the distance, observing the scene, and glanced at the Saint Master.
This truly seems like an opportunity to turn the tables.
