"Look at those misshapen people, I feel like I've got a chance again."
Half an hour later, people started arriving one after another at the city gate, and soon, the entrance of the Guardian Mansion was crowded. Young Master Lin observed a scholar with a sallow complexion, looking as if years had drained his vitality.
A burly man with huge arms and a thick waist, his face rough with savage eyes that seemed to glare at everyone. Clad in a beast-skin coat, with a large cleaver at his waist, he must be a butcher by trade?
In short, as Young Master Lin looked at this crowd, he felt his confidence returning.
What about these cultivator sects, don't they care about appearances? Just imagine these people wearing white robes, or leisurely cultivator clothes, then flying on swords—it's such a ridiculous image.
