With the nearby demon beasts mostly nowhere to be seen, naturally there weren't nearly as many people in need of help as before.
After several days on the road, Shi Lan's prestige had yet to show any real improvement.
She was growing a little anxious about it. Gradually, she also realized that helping these scattered individuals was far too slow a way to build prestige. She had to find another way.
Thinking back to the sudden surge in her prestige earlier, Shi Lan reflected on what she had done recently and began to understand. Perhaps she had been going about it the wrong way. Prestige didn't necessarily have to come from helping others.
What she wanted was prestige; it didn't necessarily have to be a good reputation.
The note attached to the system's prestige value also hinted at this.
To make a name for oneself, one first had to make a name.
On a dirt road nearly ten zhang wide, travelers streamed back and forth without end. Besides peddlers and laborers, caravans could often be seen passing by, sometimes with dozens of wagons.
Among the throngs of passersby, one party drew many eyes.
Aside from the divine steeds in their ranks, each twice the size of an ordinary swift horse, it was mainly because most of the party consisted of beautiful women.
The group was, of course, Shi Lan and the others, who had left the Thousand Clouds Sect seven or eight days earlier. At the Flood Dragon Horses' pace, they had covered more than ten thousand li in that time, even with quite a few delays along the way.
The farther they got from the Boundless Demon Domain, the more completely the demon beasts disappeared.
The armor Shi Lan's group wore had been far too conspicuous along the