Three days later, Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Qing arrived beneath Xuanji Mountain, in an ancient city.
This ancient city had a long history. Crowds streamed through it, and it bustled with prosperity. Shops selling weapons and Mysterious Medicine could be seen everywhere along both sides of the streets, and the atmosphere of martial cultivation was especially strong. One Yuan Sect was about to hold a grand celebration, and martial artists from every major sect flocked here one after another to offer congratulations. Everywhere in the city, martial artists dressed in uniform robes could be seen.
Just moments ago, more than ten martial artists in blue martial robes, with thousand-jin Heavy Swords at their waists, had swaggered past Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Qing. Dense Martial Dao Profound Qi radiated from their bodies.
"Those are disciples of the Heavy Profound Gate. The old man leading them is the Heavy Profound Gate's Grand Elder, and his cultivation has reached the Worldly Detachment Realm. Should we make our move on them?" Yu Qing asked.
"Alright." Ning Xiaochuan smiled and nodded.
Yu Qing and Ning Xiaochuan followed behind the Heavy Profound Gate martial artists all the way out of the ancient city, arriving beneath the sparsely populated Xuanji Mountain. Further ahead lay desolate mountains and great ridges. In the distance, they could see an ancient Camphor Forest.
The Heavy Profound Gate's Grand Elder suddenly stopped and said, "Friends, you have followed us from the city all the way outside. Aren't you tired?"
Martial artists of the Worldly Detachment Realm had already cultivated mental perception and could clearly sense every movement in their surroundings.
Even if two ants fought ten li away, a Worldly Detachment Realm martial artist could sense it.
The Heavy Profound Gate's Grand Elder was precisely a Worldly Detachment Realm martial artist! Of