Re-entering the Secret Realm

A few days later, Li Xiao traveled north all the way and finally crossed into Yan Prefecture, arriving at Huainan Commandery City.

The scene within the city surprised him slightly.

There were far more people on the streets than before, including many commoners in ragged clothes with the dust of travel on their faces. Clearly, they had fled north from the south.

Although the Three Origins Sect was a major sect of the Northern Border and controlled the lands of Three Prefectures, leaving the Northern Border comparatively stable,

as the wars among the various Military Governors spread ever wider, many southerners had brought their families north to flee the flames of war.

Moreover, rumors said that the Flying Cloud Peak Master had been injured while fighting the Demon Race. Though the situation in the Northern Border had not collapsed, it carried a few more traces of unrest.

Li Xiao did not linger in the city and headed straight for the mine north of the city.

The mine outside the city remained desolate and ruined. The mountain still bore craters and fissures left behind by the previous battle, with broken stones scattered everywhere.

Yet to his surprise, several low-level Martial Masters were still wandering around the outskirts of the mine.

They craned their necks and peered into the depths of the mine one by one. Clearly, they had heard that a battle between powerful experts had once taken place here and had come to try their luck, hoping to find some overlooked treasure.

Li Xiao arrived through the air, releasing the vast pressure of the Marrow-Piercing Realm without restraint. It was like an invisible mountain pressing down upon the heads of those low-level Martial Masters on the outskirts of the mine.

The highest cultivation among those Martial Masters was merely Third