At last, he had arrived in the immortal cultivation world he had long dreamed of. Over the past few days, Chen Han had been in an excellent mood.
He wandered around aimlessly. He occasionally encountered a few people on the road, but they merely gave him curious looks before returning to their own business.
"E-elder... sir."
Chen Han stopped an old man carrying a chicken. The latter looked him up and down in surprise, then asked in a seasoned local dialect, "Young man, what do you need?"
That stumped Chen Han, but after listening carefully for a moment, he managed to understand what the old man was saying.
"I came to visit relatives. My second uncle's nephew... and then I got lost. I wanted to ask where the Market Town is."
Chen Han casually made up a thoroughly nonsensical excuse.
"What? What did you say? You want to go to the market? Everyone's already gone home. Even if you go now, there won't be anything left to buy."
Chen Han: .
Right. How could a mortal possibly know about an immortal cultivator's Market Town? Sigh, in his desperation, he had sought help from any source.
Then, on second thought, Chen Han found his own actions both absurd and amusing.
After bidding farewell to the hard-of-hearing old man, Chen Han continued wandering without any particular destination.
Though the map was only a small sheet, with the Market Town's location precisely marked on it, the immortal cultivation world was simply too vast. Even this map covered only some remote backwater corner of it.
Thus, the area marked on the map spanned several thousand li in every direction.
"It's healed, it's really healed! Divine physician, a true divine physician!"
"Waaah, waaah waaah waaah..."
Before long, Chen Han arrived in a forest outside a