Before the tea stall, a young man in a plain white Daoist robe sat alone, watching the sparse stream of people passing along the street.
"Sir, your tea."
The waiter set a bowl of tea before the young man, his smile warm and ingratiating.
But the young man did not even raise his head, much less acknowledge him.
"Please enjoy."
The waiter nodded again toward the young man in the plain white Daoist robe, then went back to his own work.
These days, he had seen all manner of strange people.
It seemed this was another one.
That was what the waiter thought.
Yet Chen Yan had no intention of paying attention to him either.
As a Void Return Realm cultivator, Chen Yan could perceive every slightest movement within several million li. Even if an ant-sized insect crawled through the grass and knocked a few pebbles aside, he could discern it clearly.
But if one constantly perceived every piece of information within the range covered by one's Spiritual Sense, it would be torment for anyone.
For that very reason, even when most cultivators in this world released their Spiritual Sense, they would instinctively filter out the overwhelming majority of the information they came into contact with.
Just as Chen Yan was doing now.
This was White Cliff Town.
A small town deep within the Southern Bright Region, located more than 8.452 million li from Desolate Ridge.
To mortals, such a distance was so vast that even if they spent their entire lives traveling, they would not finish even a fraction of it.
Yet White Cliff Town had still fallen within the range affected by the saint's pressure during the battle at Desolate Ridge all those years ago.
Though it had not been enough to kill the mortals here, it had