Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity

The scene in the Banished Immortal’s eyes was clearly like a revolving lantern, and he observed it from the perspective of a bystander, not experiencing it firsthand as usual. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have caused any changes in his mood, let alone allow him to empathize with it.

But the fact was, the scene in the Realm of Heart Refining had nothing to do with him, yet the Banished Immortal couldn’t help but feel a nameless rage rise in his heart.

In his chest, the flame soared, burning high.

Heroism, in his view, was akin to child’s play. Rather than heroism, it was more like recklessness, rashness.

And did he think that the son of the wicked official would let it go easily, or that this person’s family background could provoke such trouble?

Especially when the premise of power in this Heart Refining Realm was like the sky, within a county, for a merchant with merely some wealth, it was akin to heaven. How could they watch their only son get beaten black and blue?!

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But he could not speak of anything. Mortals, like ants, in his view, were nothing but those who lived briefly. Yet even though their time was short, there was no lack of shining points worthy of praise.

In the world, there should always be someone who stands up for justice.

Calming his mind, the Banished Immortal settled down, silently watching the flowing images before him.

"Kuo, things have come to this point, no matter how stubborn you are, it’s of no use. We cannot fight the officials, we cannot contend against that assistant county magistrate.