It was hard to say that the cultivators guarding Ten Directions City had done anything wrong.
They had acted entirely according to the rules, orderly and methodical. Yang An could not find any reason to refute them.
At a time like this, it was not impossible that demons might disguise themselves as cultivators and attempt to infiltrate Ten Directions City.
So he could understand why the people of Ten Directions City were keeping such a tight guard.
But if he could not enter Ten Directions City, he would not be able to meet the governor of Purple River State or obtain the Golden Thread Sect Seal. It was equivalent to walking into a dead end.
An inexplicably powerful sense of déjà vu left him at a loss for what to do.
Forcing his way in was impossible. There were countless cultivators within Ten Directions City, along with even more terrifying beings. If he dared to charge inside, he would likely be blasted into dregs within a few breaths.
But if he gave up now, he was unwilling to accept it. He had traveled thousands of miles and already arrived beneath Ten Directions City, only inches away from his goal.
What should he do?
"Fellow Daoists, please make an exception. So long as I can meet the governor of Purple River State and obtain the Golden Thread Sect Seal, my identity can certainly be verified. I would not dare deceive you."
Yang An could only try to see whether he could persuade the people on the wall.
"Say no more. If you still refuse to leave, then do not leave at all. We shall treat you as a demon!"
The cultivators atop the wall rejected him outright, ordering Yang An to leave immediately. Some cultivators were already itching to make a