Li Ling left his residence with Lingyi's faint baby scent still clinging to his sleeves.
The Holy City was as orderly as ever with its broad black roads, marked pavements, and controlled aerial lanes flowing above like a magical river of swords and airships.
Yet the moment he stepped out, this "order" began to unravel slowly as people noticed his presence.
This was naturally because in a demonic "holy" city where fighting was forbidden and everyone pretended to be civilized, there was now a single man whose name made that pretense feel thin.
Whispers spread before he even reached the next street.
"That's him, isn't it?"
"The one who stomped Wang Feng's head like fruit…"
"He killed Lin Yan and his Junior Sister in front of everyone…"
"They say even when he conceded, Li Ling still—"
"Shut up! Don't say too much! He might hear!"
Disciples of the sect who were moving about at ground level immediately drew back from Li Ling as if the pavement around him had become contaminated.
