Li Yunjing transformed into a streak of light and silently landed in the outskirts of the City of Glory.
He drew in the aura around him, changed into the gray robe of an ordinary cultivator, and pulled on a broad-brimmed bamboo hat before blending into the bustling crowd.
As for inspections?
The City of Glory's border fortress defenses had ceased to function long ago, after the Hengyue Mountain Range was conquered.
As time passed, the City of Glory had become little more than a symbol.
The city's defenses had grown increasingly lax.
The Divine Firmament Dao Sect's army stationed in the city had also been completely withdrawn. Now, many of the people guarding it were even Qi Refining Realm cultivators.
And not all of these Qi Refining Realm cultivators belonged to the Divine Firmament Dao Sect. They had also recruited cultivators from other sects, lineages, and among the Rogue Cultivators.
Li Yunjing saw that the White Tortoise Army guards were already gone from the gate.
Once inside the city, he found the streets bustling with activity. Vendors hawked their wares and shouted to customers, all kinds of shops lined the roads, and cultivators hurried along. A faint spiritual fluctuation filled the air.
After crossing several streets and alleys, Li Yunjing stopped in front of a lively avenue.
The courtyard gate was shut tight, and there were no customers at the entrance.
Clearly, the Misty Rain Pavilion was not open during the day.
He raised his hand and gently knocked. After three knocks, faint footsteps sounded from within.
"Who is it?"
A wary female voice came from behind the door.
"I'm a friend of Miss Liu's. I've come to see her!"
Li Yunjing lowered his voice.
The gate creaked open, revealing a young woman dressed as a maid.
"Young Master Li!"