(I went to bed at ten last night, when the count was 255 votes. The recommendation vote count starts at 255; if we hit 60 votes today, I'll add another chapter as usual.)
By now, Lu Xiaotian had transformed into a fair-faced young cultivator with a scholar's air. He held a white jade folding fan in his hand. It was a high-grade magical artifact, too. He had plenty of magical artifacts on hand, and this fan suited his current appearance, so he had simply taken it out.
In the distance, below Qingyang Stockade, lay a bustling market. Quite a few passing cultivators could be seen there, with cultivation levels ranging from high to low. There were also some porters and ordinary mortals pushing carts loaded with firewood.
Lu Xiaotian descended from the sky beneath a lush locust tree. An emaciated old man dressed like a wealthy landowner was resting there, along with several porters carrying goods. When they suddenly saw a handsome young man flying through the air, they hurried to their feet, straightened their clothes, and bowed to Lu Xiaotian.
"This old man pays his respects to Immortal Master!"
"Mm, there's no need for such formalities. I'm just passing through for the first time. Do you know what place this is, old man?" Lu Xiaotian asked, waving his fan.
Seeing that Lu Xiaotian didn't order people around with the lofty, domineering air of an immortal, the old man and the porters all breathed a sigh of relief.
"This old man came from far away to seek refuge with my son, so I'm unfamiliar with the area myself. My son is a cultivator, but he's no great talent and can't fly through the skies or burrow into the earth like you, Immortal Master. Still, I'm only a mortal, so naturally