The Story on the Other Side

Zhou Qiubai replied that they would stay another week and leave once his left arm had fully recovered.

As for their destination, he did not hide it.

"Canghai City."

The innkeeper raised an eyebrow slightly and set down his wine cup. "Canghai City? You're going there?"

"You know it?"

"I've heard a little." The innkeeper drew two lines on the table with his chopsticks, one above and one below. "Canghai City is divided into upper and lower halves. Upper Cliff is where Soul Masters live, while Lower Cliff is where ordinary people live. The two places aren't completely cut off from each other, but to get from Lower Cliff to Upper Cliff, you have to pass an assessment. I don't know what exactly it tests, since I only heard about it and never saw it myself. But there's one thing that's widely known."

"That city has no gates and no guards. Soul Masters and commoners are treated equally. Soul Masters are not allowed to bully commoners, and violators are expelled outright. Think about it—what kind of confidence does a place need to uphold rules like that in these times?"

Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun exchanged a glance. This completely matched the information they had heard from Chen Xuan, and even included details Chen Xuan had not mentioned.

That so-called rule of "no city gates, equal treatment for all" truly fit the style of those four Title Douluo who had grown weary of slaughter.

After those four powerful figures retired into seclusion, their obsession was simple: they did not want innocent people to live under the threat of blades and swords.

"Thank you." Zhou Qiubai nodded seriously, expressing his gratitude to the innkeeper.

The innkeeper waved it off. Compared to the debt of saving his life, this was practically nothing.

Besides,