"Shopkeeper, are there really no larger maps?"
Shi Lan frowned as she looked at the map spread across the table. The shopkeeper claimed it was the most detailed map in the area.
She had searched every map shop in Purple Flame City, and this was the largest one she had found.
But even this supposedly detailed map only covered roughly a hundred thousand li in every direction—not even one-twentieth of the entire Chengtian Domain. Shi Lan had thought a map would be easy to find.
"Miss, a map this large is a rare thing. You can ask around—not just here in Purple Flame City, but in the nearby cities too. If you find one larger than mine, I'll pay you ten times what you spent."
The portly shopkeeper patted his chest, brimming with confidence.
"I'll take this one." Shi Lan sighed softly. Better to have something than nothing.
Looking at the dense markings on the map, Shi Lan asked, "Do you have information on the factions marked here? And if you have anything else about the Chengtian Domain, bring that too."
"I do. Just a moment." The shopkeeper turned and went into the back room.
Shi Lan stepped up to the map and began studying the terrain and the distribution of factions in the area.
"Windblade Sect, an eighth-grade faction..."
"Void-Charging Pavilion, a seventh-grade faction..."
"Blood Baleful Hall, an eighth-grade faction..."
Rakshasa Manor, a sixth-grade faction..."
Shi Lan skimmed the map at a glance, then suddenly fixed her eyes on a familiar name.
"Flying Star Sect, a seventh-grade faction."
The factions were clearly ranked according to an established system, divided into nine grades. Shi Lan still had no idea what the precise criteria were.
But the territory controlled by each faction on the map was clearly related to its grade.