The red carpet and all that was out of the question.
Baili Qingfeng took a mineral water bottle from his backpack with some regret, unscrewed the cap, and drank a large gulp.
After finishing the water, he reconsidered. "I'm not some nation's prime minister. Why would I need another country to roll out a red carpet for me when I visit? That's treatment reserved for national leaders. Although I have a certain status now... I'm not the leader of any country. From Xia's standpoint, the only identity I can bring to the table is Vice Sect Leader of the Thunder Sect. I'm not even the Sect Leader. For a civilian martial force to visit another country's emperor, the normal procedure should be to enter their city first, find a hotel, submit a meeting request, and wait until the other party has time to meet."
With that thought, the trace of regret that had just arisen in his heart was quickly cast aside.
Besides, he was not someone who enjoyed social ceremonies. Ideally, he would simply finish the transaction and return home.
"Then... I'll find a hotel first."
As Baili Qingfeng spoke, he glanced at his phone...
There were no electronic maps in this era...
He could only buy a map after entering the city.
With that in mind, Baili Qingfeng continued walking into the Glorious Empire.
Baili Qingfeng carried a box more than a meter tall on his back and wore a dark-red battle armor. In some remote wilderness, he naturally would not have to worry about attracting attention. But once he stepped into Never Setting Sun, this grand and ancient city, his appearance inevitably drew frequent sidelong glances from passersby.
Fortunately, with the rise of martial arts, people dressed in full armor like Baili Qingfeng were not uncommon. Many