A large number of cultivators dressed in red scholar's robes strolled through the streets. Whenever they encountered friends or old acquaintances, they clasped their hands and bowed in greeting.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan stood at an intersection, watching countless cultivators in red scholar's robes pass by them.
Before they had even walked a hundred paces, they saw two scholars exchanging clasped-hand bows. Shopkeepers and customers did the same upon meeting. Such a sight could only be found in the Central Plains Cultivation World; elsewhere, it was rare to see such harmony.
Etiquette was something etched into the bones of Central Plains cultivators. In the eyes of cultivators from the Central Plains Cultivation World, observing propriety meant remaining true to one's Dao heart.
"Oh, it's Daoist Fang."
Wang Ruyan let out a soft sound of surprise. Wang Changsheng followed her gaze and saw Fang Mu strolling down the street with a coffin on his back.
Fang Mu made no effort to conceal his aura. Wherever he passed, pedestrians hastily stepped aside to clear a path for him, afraid of provoking him.
"Daoist Fang is quite an interesting fellow. I'm afraid only Huang Fugui can compare to him."
Wang Changsheng said with a smile. No one could match Fang Mu's fixation on corpses, while Huang Fugui was famously terrified of death.
"It seems someone has set their sights on him. Should we warn him?"
Wang Ruyan asked with a smile. Two cultivators were following Fang Mu from a considerable distance. Yet they paid no attention to the shops around them; whenever Fang Mu stopped, they stopped as well.
Naturally, Fang Mu could not have failed to notice them. In fact, he had deliberately allowed it.
Those following Fang Mu were merely Core Formation Stage cultivators. There had to be a Nascent