The next morning, after cultivating through the night, Xiao Yan left the inn early.
In the early morning, this frontier town bordering the Magic Beast Mountain Range was still relatively peaceful. Yet the streets were nearly as crowded as they had been the previous evening.
Looking around, Xiao Yan saw mostly burly men dressed as mercenaries. Each carried a faintly murderous air, clearly hardened characters with blood on their hands.
At this moment, the mercenaries were gathered in little groups, chatting from time to time.
Quite a few mercenaries revealed strange looks when they saw Xiao Yan carrying an odd, oversized sword on his back.
Most of these mercenaries lived around Qingshan Town. Although they had not gone out into the world much, they had seen plenty of people passing through the town. After all, this place bordered the Magic Beast Mountain Range, and many adventurers came here.
Among them were quite a few young masters from great clans, who came here to have fun and experience life in a frontier town.
Some of those young masters and young ladies brought guards with them, while others prided themselves on their great skill and boldness. Like Xiao Yan, they either formed teams with several other young masters and young ladies or traveled alone.
Some of them remained in Qingshan Town forever, while others truly possessed the strength to leave it unharmed.
However, among those young masters and young ladies dressed in fine clothes, not one carried an enormous sword like Xiao Yan's—a sword that did not even look like a weapon.
In the eyes of these mercenaries, Xiao Yan was an oddity. He looked like the young master of some great clan, yet he lacked every bit of a pampered young master's manner.
Thus, along the way, most of the mercenaries