Xujing, South Gate.
Standing outside Xujing's magnificent southern gate, Han Li first looked up at the city wall, which towered dozens of zhang high like a mountain. Then he glanced at the sturdy soldiers stationed along the battlements and crenellations. In the end, he said nothing. He simply adjusted the straw hat on his head, checked his plain farmer's clothes to make sure there was nothing amiss and that nobody would recognize him, and only then set off toward the bustling southern gate.
He wasn't sure whether there were Devil Dao cultivators in Xujing, and he was even less sure whether there were terrifying experts like the one he'd encountered at his landing site, who could fight demon beasts with their bare hands. So, for his own safety and to protect his life, he had no choice but to disguise himself and keep a low profile.
"Hm?"
"What a prosperous city Xujing is!"
Soon, after paying a few copper coins in entry tax, he entered the southern city without incident. There he saw Xujing's bustling, lively streets and the countless merchants and travelers coming and going.
"It's hard to believe..."
"The cultivation world has been at each other's throats, fighting for nearly two or three years, yet Xujing is still as prosperous as ever, completely unaware. That's truly rare!"
"By the looks of it..."
"Master Li Yuanhua was right. The Seven Great Sects rarely interfere in the affairs of mortal dynasties. The sect must have had serious reservations about the task Master assigned me. I have to be careful. No matter what, I can't act under the name of Yellow Maple Valley!"
After observing for a while and giving it some thought, Han Li soon figured out how he should act in Xujing this time: carefully and discreetly.
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