The Waterfall Realm felt strange to everyone, but the three "newbies" who had never been there could only follow Qian Zhong, the seasoned veteran.
Qian Zhong first emphasized one point: they were unfamiliar faces. Whatever banner they intended to fly, if they did not want their origins questioned, it was best to start by frequenting low-level markets.
They did not need to become recognizable faces, but they at least needed records that could withstand investigation before they could buy anything at high-end markets.
If they headed straight for a high-end market upon arrival, nobody would pay them any attention unless they were accompanied by cultivators dispatched by a sect—though even that might not work, since the Merfolk might not acknowledge them.
After Qian Zhong finished explaining, the other three looked at one another and all had the same thought: So what if the Merfolk don't acknowledge us?
That was what they said, but none of them had come to pick a fight. They obediently followed Qian Zhong's arrangements.
The island where they had arrived was not large, only twenty to thirty thousand li across. They had appeared in a rainforest, surrounded by dense, lush trees that blocked out most of the daylight.
After they emerged, they saw mostly Merfolk. The Merfolk were distinctly different from the Human Race, mainly in that they had scales, and most had sharply conical heads and highly streamlined bodies.
Those were merely their shared traits. Their differences were also numerous. Variations in facial features were minor, while skin tones differed greatly. Some were jade-colored all over and looked exceptionally noble; others were white in front and grayish-brown along their backs—also a trait of aquatic creatures.
Some were even more outrageous. Being entirely blue was one thing, but entirely green... what the hell was that?
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