A few days later.
A carriage drove out through Spirit City's west gate.
It was a very ordinary carriage, the most common and widespread type of passenger transport on Douluo Continent.
At first glance, it was utterly inconspicuous.
No one would pay it any special attention or notice who was sitting inside.
The carriage followed a merchant convoy belonging to the Martial Soul Hall Pan-Continent Trade Alliance out of the city.
After passing the city guards' inspection, it was allowed through without issue.
Once outside the city, the carriage quietly broke away from the departing convoy and headed west.
The carriage was not traveling quickly.
That was specifically requested by the employer, and the old coachman, who was around sixty with a grizzled beard, cheerfully complied.
Because the money had already been paid.
This passenger job would earn him a tidy sum.
Though the old coachman was advanced in years, he was a genuine Level 25 Soul Grandmaster.
With the cultivation of a Soul Grandmaster, he could freely enter and leave Spirit City.
Thus, he traveled year-round between Spirit City and various other cities, earning Gold Soul Coins by driving passengers.
However, in Spirit City, the holy land of Spirit Masters where they were everywhere, a Soul Grandmaster's cultivation was still near the bottom of the ladder.
He was getting on in years now, while the other coachmen who made their living carrying passengers were almost all younger middle-aged men.
For safety reasons, Spirit Masters usually preferred the carriages driven by younger coachmen.
Fewer and fewer Spirit Masters chose to ride in the old coachman's carriage.
The old coachman had even begun considering whether he ought to retire.
He had originally thought he would return with an empty carriage today.
Yet unexpectedly, he had encountered a wealthy patron willing to