Because the law has little binding force on monks, local officials now cooperate with sects to manage criminals.
It is clear that the situation has not improved in the past seven years, but has instead become worse.
Wu Xingjie patted the old man's shoulder in comfort and drank a few more cups himself. He said bluntly, "Ah, there's nothing we can do about it. Things are different now than they were before. Without a strong hand to intimidate the cultivators, things will naturally get chaotic."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Heng's face darkened and he raised his hand to put it on his father's shoulder. "Dad, you're drunk. I'll have someone take you to rest first."
Then he asked the servant to take the man away.
Wu Xingxiao reacted and was embarrassed for a moment. He bowed and apologized to Ye Lan, "Patriarch Ye, Xingjie was reckless. I hope you don't mind."
As everyone knows, it was Xuanzong who used to intimidate ancient warriors and command the balance and peace of a region. Ye Lan, as the leader of the new generation, is even more of a legendary figure and has become a yardstick in the minds of all ancient warriors.
When she exploded and died, a lot of troubles arose. This is the case when there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey becomes king.
Unfortunately, seven years have passed now, and Ye Lan's cultivation is no longer outstanding. He probably can't even win in an ordinary city, let alone return to the top.
"It doesn't matter. What Master Wu said is true." Ye Lan didn't react much. He just said casually while picking up his chopsticks, "But the situation will get better soon."
"Yes, yes, it will definitely get better. After all, cultivating spiritual energy is a good thing." Wu Xingxiao nodded repeatedly to round up his words, without listening carefully to what she said.
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