And so they traveled, drew arrays, beat up bandits, fed Little White, and took in the local customs and scenery along the way.
A few months later, Mo Hua and his group finally arrived at Nanyue City.
Nanyue City was larger than Immortal City.
Standing on a mountain peak outside Nanyue City, Mo Hua gazed into the distance and made a rough estimate. Nanyue City was about twice the size of Immortal City.
Its gate tower was somewhat taller, but also more rudimentary.
The arrays carved upon it were not particularly profound either.
Of course, that was only from Mo Hua's perspective.
The city walls were old, weathered by wind and sun, their surfaces cracked and mottled.
Before entering the city, each person had to pay one Spirit Stone as an entrance fee.
Not every immortal city charged an entrance fee.
Immortal City did not.
Along the way, nearly half the immortal cities they had passed had not charged one either.
And even those that did charge a fee did not charge this much.
One Spirit Stone was no small sum for an ordinary independent cultivator.
What was more, the Little Wild State Boundary seemed even poorer than other places.
Mr. Zhuang, Old Kui, and the three young disciples made five people in total.
Mo Hua paid five Spirit Stones.
After the guards collected the Spirit Stones, they let them through.
They did not dare make things difficult for Mo Hua either.
That was because tall, sturdy Little White was standing right beside him.
They could not afford to offend cultivators who could use such a spiritual horse and ride in such a carriage.
Mo Hua and the others passed through the city gates and entered Nanyue City.
Nanyue City was even larger inside, and its roads were broader.
But