Within Lin Chang Commandery, no force dared to openly make a move against the True Martial Sect. Even in secret, they had to weigh the consequences.
The journey to the True Martial Sect was exceptionally peaceful. No accidents occurred, and there were no highway robbers whatsoever. They occasionally saw merchant caravans and horse teams, but all of them proactively kept their distance from Chen Mo and the others, not daring to disturb them in the slightest.
Wasn't this the confidence that came from having a powerful force at one's back? It was good to enjoy the shade beneath a great tree. Chen Mo realized that joining the True Martial Sect had probably been the right decision; it would surely help him avoid plenty of trouble.
He only hoped there would be a little less scheming and backstabbing within the sect. He merely wanted to quietly attain Epiphany, cultivate, and grow stronger. He had no desire to involve himself in all that messy nonsense.
Of course, if someone wanted to destroy his peace and quiet, he would definitely strike them down without mercy.
They had set out from Lin Chang Commandery in the morning, and before lunch, Chen Mo and the others arrived at the destination of their journey—the entrance to the valley where the True Martial Sect was located.
A market town formed entirely around the True Martial Sect stood at the mouth of the valley, looking quite prosperous.
Since the Grand Competition would not begin until tomorrow, Chen Mo and the others were not yet sect disciples, merely disciples from martial arts schools affiliated with the sect. They could not enter the sect for now and could only stay at an inn opened by the sect within the market town.
"Go out and have a look without worry. This