As Lin Xun strolled along the street, he found several gazes glancing at him; some of these looks contained a sliver of unconcealable greed.

Lin Xun understood that the giant leather sack on the scaled horse was a little too conspicuous. An experienced veteran would only need a single glance to identify what was hidden within it. A few sniffs would tell anyone the quality of the items and their value.

In addition, he appeared to be all alone, which naturally made him seem like an easy target.

A disturbance suddenly spread in the distance, drawing many people’s attention. When Lin Xun arrived, he saw a man in leather clothes fail to avoid a fatal swing from a cultivator. The man’s head was lopped off, causing blood to spurt out from his neck.

Instead of panicking, the watching crowd cheered as if wishing there was more action.

“How dare you steal from me. You’re basically asking for death! Puih!” The cultivator kept his blade and viciously glared at the corpse before swaggering away.

This was murder on the street!

However, no one moved to stop it. Evidently, the people...