Half a month later, Holy Dragon City.
Qin Yuan had already obtained intelligence about the city from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Holy Dragon City was a solid slab of iron from top to bottom. There was no Spirit Hall branch within the city, only a symbolic City Lord's Mansion.
Although the City Lord's Mansion governed the city, the Holy Dragon Sect made all major decisions.
Under these circumstances, a stranger's every move within the city could never escape the Holy Dragon Sect's eyes, especially if that stranger was powerful.
After entering the city, Qin Yuan wandered around briefly as a traveler and soon learned that its residents sincerely appreciated the Holy Dragon Sect's contributions.
Without the Holy Dragon Sect, this place would have been nothing more than a frontline battlefield. Even if villages had existed here, prolonged warfare would long since have driven their inhabitants to flee-or left them dead along the way.
It was precisely because of the Holy Dragon Sect that these people had hope of surviving.
In the original timeline, the Holy Dragon Sect had belonged to the Spirit Hall Empire's camp, but to claim that they had committed all sorts of evil deeds would hardly have been fair.
They had simply stood on a different side.
With the people loving them this much, striking at anyone from the Holy Dragon Sect inside the city will be difficult, Qin Yuan thought helplessly.
He did not deny that the Holy Dragon Sect had made outstanding contributions to Holy Dragon City's stability. But Zhao Mingcheng was someone he had to kill. Not even the Holy Dragon Sect could protect him.
A roadside teahouse.
"You must be from the Heaven Dou Empire, sir. Your accent doesn't sound local," the proprietor asked casually.
It seemed like an idle