Li Qi's body was currently in Chang'an.
Li Qi in Chang'an possessed an eighth-rank cultivation.
However, to Li Qi, the instant he became third rank, every version of himself across all time and space had already reached third rank. He could even return to the past and completely rewrite his own life.
Though there was no real point in that.
It could neither make up for regrets nor make him feel any better. To a third rank, their life itself was already part of their Dao Path.
If a third rank was willing to yield in everything, willing not to interfere with every decision reality made in every matter, willing to bow their head no matter what happened, utterly unconcerned with their own past and simply lie flat, then they would absolutely never die.
As long as one did not contend, one would not die.
Unfortunately, anyone capable of cultivating to third rank generally had things they could never yield on, even reasons that made them have to force others to yield.
If neither side could yield, then life and death would have to be decided.
Thus, just as he arrived in Chang'an, Zhu Fengdan's great roc mount had only just departed when a crowd of people emerged around Li Qi, who stood alone in the street.
"Hey, Li Qi." A smiling old man in plain robes walked up beside him.
With his arrival, people filled the surrounding area as well.
There were roughly ten of them.
All were third rank, and Li Qi recognized one of the women.
She looked very much like Yu Zao. She should have been that third-rank member of the School of Miscellaneous who had fought Li Qi a few days ago.
In other words, everyone standing here now was third rank from the School