Someone wants Zheng Qing to learn a lesson.
However, others wish to keep things from escalating.
Beta Town Pedestrian Street.
Wandering Bar.
In a small room on the second floor, the owner of the Wandering Bar lifted his sleeve, wiped the grime off the window glass, then craned his neck to peer outside through the glass.
Even though it's daytime, the shop's display window was pitch black, the entrance tightly shut, devoid of any signs of life.
No one is good.
The Elder Wizard muttered inwardly, realizing that the lack of people meant everyone maintained a delicate balance of attitude—some wanted a drop of that child's blood; some wanted the child to gain more experience; others wanted to fish in troubled waters, watching as things slip out of control—whatever the case, at this point in time, everyone's choices leaning towards consistency was ultimately a good thing.
But as they say, good things take time.
