The reborn were still too timid.
Besides, Mingzhou was truly at the center of the whirlpool now; it wasn’t just them—even people of decent standing, sect disciples and strange creatures all dared not come.
There were still some quietly moving their households out.
Hu Ma was about ready to burst with anger.
We of the Tongsu Mansion run things in a certain way and don’t mind giving to officials — yet in these people’s eyes, are we really so little respected?
Hu Ma didn’t bother to reason with everyone else, but he was considerate toward these reborn.
With the common character traits the reborn showed, getting them to be persuaded and willing to come take part in a gathering like this was already extremely rare.
“Guazhou?”
After Hu Ma spoke, the others all fell to musing and asked, “Why choose there?”
Hu Ma said, “Relatively speaking, it’s close.”
“And among the four big objectives, fighting for the Mandate of Heaven is also a very important one — you could even say it’s the foundation of everything.”
“Now that I’m going along with not eating beef, that’s a little foundation we reborn have laid. If we want other reborn to trust us, naturally we have to let them see our deeds.”