On this day.
Zaxi's brows were already tightly knitted together.
At this moment, he was standing under the corridor of his own courtyard, holding a half-foot-long feather painted with golden lacquer in his hand.
This is the message from a golden eagle!
Used only in the face of true emergencies, it was sent by his in-law.
"What emergency could it be this time?"
Zaxi quickly extracted the written message recorded on it.
"What?"
The content of the message made his heart sink suddenly.
A solitary cultivator had inexplicably arrived at a border fortress under the jurisdiction of his in-law.
That person, clothed in a dusty Daoist robe, had an aura that was cold and intimidating. With a mere disagreement, he forcibly occupied the most perilous high ground in the fortress, ordering the entire village of mortals to offer livestock and women, using magic to intimidate them at the slightest disobedience.
By rights, this shouldn't be considered an earth-shattering event.
