Lord Jiang, renowned throughout the world, now wore a hood and coarse hemp robes as he strolled casually through the streets of Cheng State.
He looked like any traveler without a destination, weathered by wind and frost, yet with freedom unconcealed.
He could eat and drink, chat idly, walk, or stop.
Of course, he was not truly so leisurely.
His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, was holding a small vial. Inside was exceptionally well-preserved fresh blood, with Samadhi True Fire burning faintly within.
This vial contained Zheng Fatty and Li Shou's blood, and what he was doing was refining the Blood of Equilibrium with Samadhi True Fire, to serve as the primary material for an Immortal Palace Warrior.
With his current command of Samadhi True Fire, this was not difficult. What it chiefly consumed was time.
Pedestrians hurried along the street.
Jiang Wang rather felt as though there were no years in the mountains, while a thousand years had passed in the world.
Cheng State lay southeast of Zhuang Kingdom, one of the many small states of the Western Border.
Even compared to Zhuang Kingdom before its rise, it was weak.
Back when he was at Chiyun Mountain, Jiang Wang had won a foundation from Dou Mian's hands: the small sect Spirit Void Hall, located in Cheng State.
This sect could actually once have counted as a branch of Cloud Peak Immortal Palace, no different from Azure Cloud Pavilion. It had once developed in Zhuang lands and kept watch over Chiyun Mountain, but Grand Ancestor of Zhuang had crippled it and driven it out. It had barely settled down in Cheng State, already reduced to a feeble little sect. Only because of that tenuous connection to Cloud Peak Immortal Palace had it barely endured, rather than being wiped out