"So... that's how it is!" Though the burly man in hemp clothing still had his doubts, seeing Gou Qingyi turn amiable again, he thought no more of it.
He was only a farmer who made his living tilling the fields.
A mortal of flesh and blood.
Cultivators.
To him.
Were far too lofty and mysterious.
They were scarcely different from the immortals and gods who dwelled hidden amid the clouds all year round.
The many mysteries of cultivators.
Were far beyond his understanding.
Although he found Gou Qingyi's explanation somewhat suspicious.
The other party had used a cultivation technique as his cover.
So he did not pry further.
"Uncle, did that young sword cultivator come from Worry-Free City?" Gou Qingyi continued asking.
As he saw it.
Someone with such strength.
Most likely came from one of Worry-Free City's several thousand-year-old ancient clans, whose foundations were formidable despite their unusually low profiles.
Those ancient clans had endured for a thousand years without falling.
Their influence was tangled like roots and branches.
Like colossal beasts buried deep underground.
They were exceedingly difficult to deal with.
If that young sword cultivator truly came from there.
He would leave without another word.
Turn around and go.
"No, that young man is one of the Myriad Dynasty Prodigies!" the burly man in hemp clothing said.
"One of the Myriad Dynasty Prodigies?" Gou Qingyi froze. His narrow eyes slowly brightened, a trace of surprise appearing in their depths.
As the master of Orange Fire Mountain.
He naturally knew.
That the Myriad Dynasty War would begin in the coming days.
However.
As a demon.
A mortal enemy of the human race.
Certain pieces of news.
By the time they reached his ears.
Were already out of date.
Take this Myriad Dynasty War being held in the Azure