By sunrise the following morning, the public security statistics across Sichuan, Kunlun, and Shaanxi provinces reached an unprecedented historical milestone.
The provincial crime rate had dropped by ninety-eight point four percent.
Traffic fatalities on the treacherous mountain highways had plummeted to an absolute zero.
Across seventy-two major cities and five hundred rural townships, ordinary mortal life had transformed into an utterly surreal, hyper-vigilant utopia.
Over three thousand cultivators from the thirty-six Hidden Sects were roaming the mortal streets, all desperately hunting for good deeds in their red volunteer vests.
In downtown Chengdu, an unfortunate pickpocket slipped his fingers into an elderly gentleman’s trench coat on a crowded commuter bus.
Before his fingertips could even touch the leather wallet, four pairs of glowing eyes snapped open among the standing passengers.
SWOOSH!
