Jiang Fan looked in the direction Zhao Qianjun was pointing.
A sprawling estate immediately appeared in his field of vision up ahead.
The estate's surrounding walls were tall and imposing.
The gatehouse had upturned eaves, and the two stone carvings of unknown beasts at the entrance looked majestic beneath the sunlight.
"This is the Holy Land's stronghold in Yunlan City!"
"It is the Patrol Office, as well as the place where you will be living!"
Jiang Fan nodded slightly and did not continue the earlier topic.
"Mm!"
"It looks quite good!"
He had only just said this.
The two heavy black-lacquered gates opened soundlessly.
More than ten cultivators, all dressed differently and bearing extraordinary airs, walked out from within.
Before the carriage could even stop, the group surged forward and cupped their hands in unison.
"Welcome, Patrol Envoy, to Yunlan City!"
The carriage curtain opened, and Jiang Fan stepped down from the carriage.
"Everyone, please rise!"
"There is no need for such ceremony!"
Everyone wore warm smiles and began introducing themselves one after another.
"This old man is Lin Yuanshan, family head of the Lin family, a cultivation clan of Yunlan City. We welcome Patrol Envoy Jiang to his post. Patrol Envoy Jiang is young and promising, and also the esteemed disciple of Zixiao Zhenren. Your future is truly limitless..."
"This humble one is Qian Duoduo, president of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce. We have waited for a long time and finally looked forward to your arrival, my lord. This is truly Yunlan City's good fortune..."
"I am Liu Wangchuan of the Qingxia Sect..."
"I am..."
Amid the babble of flattery, Jiang Fan more or less got to know most of these people.
These people either came from ancient cultivation families, hidden sects, or major forces in the nearby region...