Inside the Town Chief's mansion, the town chief paced back and forth, his face marred with agitation and anticipation.
He looked outside his window frequently as if he was waiting for someone.
And indeed, he was waiting for someone. Against the Thousand Wealth Chamber, he alone could not do anything to them, but with his backing—
They would be buried in the Desert of Fallen with others who had dared to go against him.
This wasn't the first time this had happened, and the result was always the same.
Suddenly, a pressure descended like a heavy mountain on everyone inside the mansion.
Those with weaker cultivation fell flat to the ground, their faces ashen.
When the town chief felt the pressure, his face shifted into excitement, and he forced himself to calm down.
'Finally, they are here.' He grinned inwardly.
Just then, the pressure over the mansion vanished, giving an illusion it was not there in the first place.
