Just after taking a few dozen steps, they heard snippets of conversation from the tavern, it was still that young man angrily shouting: "Damn Yangming Sect... three years ago during the severe drought... my mother was seriously ill... they sent people to seize the last barrel of rice... my mother starved to death!"
To cope with the wind and snow, the tavern was sealed tightly, but the cultivator's hearing was too good. Junior Brother Jin still understood the gist, and he clenched his fist in anger: "Listen, listen, they even protect those bastards from the Hidden Stream! I want to crush that little dog!"
