Time flowed like quicksand, slipping away in haste. In the blink of an eye, another half month had passed.
Ever since Zhou Zhihan had come to Meng Zhao's residence and revealed certain secrets, Meng Zhao had lived quite comfortably over these past two weeks.
Each day, he did not need to worry about money or be tied down by trivial matters. He only needed to cultivate the Martial Dao in peace and experience the rapid surge in his strength as the days drifted by.
When Meng Zhao felt that his preparations were nearly complete, he gave San Gouzi a few instructions, packed some valuables and dry provisions, then silently left Little Cold Village for the county town.
Meng Zhao did not know exactly how vast the Tianyuan Kingdom's territory was. Its local administrative system also differed from that of the Divine Continent, operating on a dual prefecture-and-county system.
With Li Zheng's meager knowledge, he only knew that there were eighteen provinces under heaven, each governing a number of county towns.
The region Little Cold Village belonged to was Kaiyan County, Hebei Province, Tianyuan Kingdom.
After leaving Little Cold Village, Meng Zhao hurried along the official road for an entire day. Passing through several relay stations along the way, he finally arrived in Kaiyan County Town.
Compared with the county towns of the Divine Continent, Kaiyan County Town's walls were low and thin, and its defenses lax. Aside from two common soldiers planted at the city gate to collect fees, there was practically no security at all.
From Meng Zhao's perspective, if someone were to raise an arm in a rallying cry and lead a band of fierce bandits in an assault on the city, the place likely would not be defensible at all.
Then there was the Essence, Qi, and