People of this era were still quite simple. After making a few casual inquiries, Naruto obtained the information he wanted.
Poluo had yet to return. They had no idea Naruto was tracking them from behind, so they were in no rush on their way back. It was only natural that Naruto got there ahead of them.
After some simple planning, Naruto decided to wait here for their return. With his current strength, as long as he did not face Indra or Asura, no one in this era could stand against him.
Still, he was not entirely sure about Indra and Asura. Their true strength remained unknown. There were almost no records of them in Naruto's era; the only measure he had was the power he gained after inheriting Yang Style.
As for asking the Nine-Tails, it only said they were very strong. When asked to compare its current strength with theirs, it merely said it was hard to say.
A day passed in the blink of an eye. Naruto stood on the second floor of an inn by the city gate. The view here was broad, allowing him to take in everything around the gate.
Come to think of it, Naruto had spent quite some time finding this inn. This era felt nothing but barren and desolate. Even in places called cities, it was hard to find an inn.
Fortunately, merchant caravans came through every year. Where there was demand, there would naturally be supply, so there were still a few inns scattered about.
Around noon, Naruto's attention at the city gate was caught by a group of people entering the city. At their head was a middle-aged man dressed in the distinctive clothing of this era, his face carrying a peculiar arrogance.
But Naruto's gaze merely swept over