Chen Yan followed the tall Wanhua Realm cultivator down the stairs and into the main hall.
Many people sat in the hall, both immortal cultivators and mortals.
The mortals paid no attention whatsoever to Chen Yan and the Wanhua Realm cultivator descending from upstairs. They simply continued eating, drinking, composing poems, and singing, enjoying themselves immensely.
The knowledgeable immortal cultivators in the hall were another matter, especially those whose cultivation was above the Spirit 통 Realm.
Their gazes first fell on the gray longsword, and then their eyes suddenly lit up.
Some were merely astonished, never having expected to see a supreme-grade spirit sword of this caliber here.
Of course, some immortal cultivators also eyed the gray longsword with greed.
But when those harboring covetous thoughts looked up and saw the young man in an ink-black Daoist robe, with a hint of something sinister in his features, they all abandoned the idea.
First, they could not discern the cultivation level of the young man in the ink-black Daoist robe.
Second, the aura he exuded was simply too powerful.
The sword intent emanating from him was extremely restrained, yet far more dangerous than those razor-sharp swords—
It was innate sword intent!
When had such a powerful figure arrived in Forgotten River City?
Chen Yan simply kept following the Wanhua Realm cultivator outside, utterly ignoring the gazes in the Moonwatch Tower's dining hall.
The Wanhua Realm cultivator left the Moonwatch Tower, headed east along the main street past two alleys, then turned into a narrow street.
There were scarcely any people on the street. At its end stood a blue-brick wall covered in vines, with numerous tiny flowers blooming among them.
They did not grow in a tangled, disorderly mass; there were clear signs that someone had pruned them.
The Wanhua Realm