Before heading to the Strange District, Xia Ping first made a trip to North Nether Peak to inform his master.
"Master."
Xia Ping arrived at a palace on North Nether Peak and saw his master, the North Nether Saint, seated cross-legged in meditation.
"Hmm, you intend to head to the Strange District?"
The North Nether Saint opened his eyes and looked at Xia Ping.
"Yes, I'll be leaving for the Strange District today."
Xia Ping nodded.
"The Strange District is an extremely dangerous region, a place where all races vie for supremacy. I trust you understand that well enough."
The North Nether Saint looked at Xia Ping. "Moreover, your reputation is now resounding. I imagine the name Xia Ping has already echoed throughout the myriad races of the heavens. Some peak races are likely just waiting for you to enter the Strange District, with no shortage of traps laid out for you. They would probably be willing to pay a certain price to wipe you out.
"When you head to the Strange District, you may well find yourself surrounded on all sides. At that point, this will no longer be training—it will simply be going to the Strange District to die."
"This disciple understands. But since Master says this, do you have some way of avoiding it?"
Xia Ping looked curiously at the North Nether Saint. He could hear the unspoken meaning behind his master's words.
"There is a way: conceal your identity and appearance, and create a false identity. That way, you can enter the Strange District under the identity of another Saint, and no one will discover who you truly are."
The North Nether Saint said Xia Ping could fabricate an identity.
"How do I make a fake one?"
Xia Ping asked.
"You needn't worry about that. The