The two rode the same sword, flying on the wind. With a whistle, a hundred li passed in the blink of an eye.
The ancient city Hong Ying had spoken of soon appeared before them.
Tall, solid earthen walls formed lofty ramparts. There were even ghost soldiers holding spears on guard, and they appeared to be of no weak cultivation.
About ten feet outside the city gate, Ye Tian descended on his sword. He and Hong Ying entered the city on foot; after all, no matter where one went, it was better to keep a low profile.
A constant stream of people passed through the city gate. Their appearances were strange and varied—some were yin souls, while others were local ghost cultivators. Yet they all had one thing in common: every one of them wore a black robe.
"What kind of strange custom is this?"
Ye Tian turned his head and asked.
"It seems some major event has happened recently. Everyone entering the city has to wear a black robe to show their identity."
Hong Ying said.
"Will it have any effect if we aren't wearing black robes?"
"Probably not. I haven't heard that it's mandatory. Let's go in and take a look first. If someone stops us, we can just find black robes then."
Ye Tian nodded and accepted her suggestion.
Thus, the two squeezed into the tide of people and headed into the ancient city. Without black robes, they would have stood out conspicuously among the crowd.
But now that they were pressed into the middle of the crowd, no one noticed anything different about them, and they entered without incident.
"The guards above the city gate seem stronger than the ones I saw before."
Hong Ying suddenly said.
"Could it be related to the major event you