"... We're from a provincial nation. Nobody gives us enough importance to care about empire's affair."
"Hmph! Monkey fight monkey. Let's go find an inn for the day," Shi Yan finally spoke, snorting with righteous disdain. His voice was calm, but his meaning clear:
"Let the dogs kill each other. I've got sermons to write and wine to sip."
He was from the Light Church, after all. Technically above petty mercenary guild rules. The kind of man who'd watch a battlefield from a holy rooftop, praying loudly for peace while privately ranking everyone's swordplay.
But not everyone shared that level of holy detachment.
Outside the city, the fight between hundreds escalated to thousands.
The wastelands shook, rumbling beneath the feet of mortals and idiots alike as barrages of sword Qi, beastfire, and lightning hailstorms slammed into the cursed soil like divine punishment with no moral authority behind it.
Fortunately, the fight stayed outside the barrier.
Yi Town remained untouched.
