Compared to the markets Lu Ye had visited before, Yi'an City was a true metropolis. Lu Ye had no idea who had built such a grand city, but its bustle was clearly beyond anything a market could compare to.
The city walls, twenty zhang high, stood majestic and imposing. The gates alone were several zhang tall. The Ten-Part Map showed that Yi'an City had twelve gates, and Lu Ye had entered through the southeast gate.
Before him stretched a broad, straight road wide enough for several carriages to ride abreast, extending as far as the eye could see. Shops stood in rows along both sides of the street, selling every kind of merchandise.
People came and went, shoulder brushing shoulder.
Though it was night, the city shone with brilliant lights, a scene of flourishing prosperity.
As Lu Ye walked and looked around, his eyes were opened to many new sights. But before long, he noticed something strange—there seemed to be many mortals in this city...
At first, he thought those people had cultivated Conceal Breath techniques or were wearing Spiritual Artifacts that concealed their Spiritual Light. But on second thought, that seemed unlikely, since there were simply too many of them. It was not until a drunken fellow suddenly sprawled onto the ground that Lu Ye realized these people were not cultivators at all. They had always been mortals.
There were actually mortals on the Spirit Stream Battlefield?
Naturally, there were mortals on the Spirit Stream Battlefield. Those with sects could return to the Nine Provinces at any time through the Heaven's Mystery Pillar in their sect's camp after entering the Spirit Stream Battlefield. Rogue Cultivators were different. Though they could return the same way, getting back in again would require them to look to others' favor.
Thus, many Rogue