In the Zhou Kingdom's Imperial Capital, a young woman carrying a small scented pouch timidly walked through the city gates.
She looked at the crowds coming and going along the streets.
The young woman clasped her little hands in front of her, looking frightened.
In the past, Ning Wei had generally buried herself in cultivation within her sect, and everyone she interacted with had been a fellow disciple.
Ning Wei had also known that all she needed to do was focus on cultivating.
If anything happened, Sister Yun Wei would back her up.
So this was Ning Wei's first time leaving the Western Region, traveling somewhere so far away, and seeing so many strangers.
Ning Wei also knew that if anything happened to her here, no one would be able to help her.
"Ning Wei! Don't be afraid! There's nothing to be afraid of!"
Walking along the street, Ning Wei took a deep breath, clenched her little fists, and gave herself a pep talk.
"You're a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator! Someone in the Nascent Soul Realm can establish their own sect. What Nascent Soul Realm cultivator is as timid as you?"
After encouraging herself, Ning Wei lifted her head. A little more determination filled her eyes, and she seemed a little more confident.
Clenching her little fists, Ning Wei hurried toward a secluded alley in the Zhou Kingdom's Imperial Capital.
Standing at the entrance to a small courtyard residence, Ning Wei blinked and murmured, "This should be where Sister Wang Xin lives, right?"
Swallowing, Ning Wei raised her arm and tapped gently on the door, afraid she might have the wrong house.
When no one answered, Ning Wei gently knocked again.
Still, no one answered. Ning Wei was already growing flustered, wondering whether she had come to the wrong place.