Chu Xiudao wore a bamboo hat and a straw rain cape, with a black, straight-collared robe underneath. Its neckline sat rather low, exposing the half-black, half-white hair on his chest, and his heavy saber hung at his waist.
He mingled with the crowd, deliberately pulling his hat low and keeping a low profile.
Beside him, Liu Lang had dressed even more cautiously. Besides his bamboo hat and straw cape, he had deliberately covered his face with a black cloth.
Keeping an eye on their surroundings, he whispered, "Master, quite a few evil demons-er, fellow practitioners have come to Shuzhou."
There were as many as sixty whose auras he could detect alone.
Counting those of the unorthodox path who concealed themselves more deeply, he estimated there could be over a hundred.
Moreover, Liu Lang discovered that their cultivation bases were all considerable. Even the weakest was at the fifth rank realm, enough to count as second-rate in the jianghu.
Chu Xiudao nodded slightly. Rather than speaking aloud, he transmitted his voice. "The Xiao Family is, after all, one of the foremost aristocratic families in the Central Plains, and the position of Marquis of Military carries even greater significance. It is hardly surprising that it has stirred every side into action."
At this, Liu Lang muttered, "No wonder the boss cares so much."
Rumors had spread throughout Shuzhou City today, and he and Chu Xiudao had naturally heard about this as well.
Liu Lang had originally intended to find Chen Yi and ask him about the details.
But after he asked Chu Xiudao, Chu Xiudao felt that he could deal with a few petty thieves himself, without Chen Yi needing to act.
In fact, ever since Chu Xiudao returned safely to the Central Plains, he had felt deeply grateful to Chen Yi