Shi Lan strolled along the bustling avenue. A flood of people surged at her side, and the world was steeped in the red dust of mortal life. Using the laws of heaven and earth within the Liuguang Realm, she masked herself from the senses of the surrounding beings. No one could detect her presence.
The headquarters of the Tianyan Sect had been established here. And since the Dome City had always been the center of the Liuguang Realm, it had drawn a great many cultivators, with more and more gathering by the day.
The clamorous din around her brought Shi Lan a trace of long-missed peace. The nerves that had been stretched taut finally began to ease.
The cultivation method had only been promoted for a short time, yet Shi Lan could already see many cultivators who had reached the third or even fourth rank. She had spent some time in Dome City before, and a considerable number of these outstanding cultivators had been taboo-level spirit speakers in this realm.
They had achieved considerable mastery in spirit speaking. Even after switching to the cultivation method, they had still displayed astonishing talent and aptitude. It was probably only a matter of time before they returned to their original level of cultivation.
As she watched figures weave past her, Shi Lan stood alone amid the sea of people. Suddenly, she felt a gaze on her from behind. She whipped around, only to freeze for a moment. There was nothing in sight.
A dark blur squeezed out of the crowd and bumped into Shi Lan's shin. A crisp apology followed right after.
"Big sister, I'm sorry."
Shi Lan snapped back to her senses. She reached out, grabbed the little one by the back of her collar, and lifted her up. Her gaze darkened.