Black Marsh Prefecture City.
Aaron revisited this old haunt, reflecting on how weak he had been back then.
Just to evade the pursuit of a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had been forced to dissipate his cultivation. He had been absurdly weak!
He had to take it as a warning. From now on, he needed to be even more cautious and steady!
The waters of the cultivation world ran far too deep!
Even a seemingly insignificant little family like the Li Family had hidden demonic cultivators lurking within.
Every single one of them, human or ghost, had been putting on an act. Luckily, Aaron had hidden himself even more deeply this time, and not only emerged unscathed, but also made a tremendous fortune.
"As for the war between the righteous and demonic paths, I won't be taking part... I'll disguise myself as a mortal and lie low for now."
Black Marsh Prefecture City was near East Gate Valley. If anything truly happened, news would reach him more quickly here.
With the Thousand Illusions Mask and his maxed-out Breath Concealment Art, Aaron now disguised himself as an ordinary person. He felt that even if a Core Formation patriarch swept him with divine sense, he might be able to fool them. He immediately felt much more at ease.
For now, he continued posing as an ordinary martial arts master, watching the winds and clouds shift from within Black Marsh Prefecture City.
Every day, he drank wine and ate meat, wandered the city in search of local delicacies, and spent his nights in brothels and pleasure houses. His life was quite carefree and joyous.
Before he knew it, three months had passed.
This day.
Aaron was in the largest brothel in Black Marsh Prefecture City, discussing life and ideals with the leading