"Right, Lu Qing, what is your Dao Abode called?"
"Clearless."
"Clearless, Clearless!" White Crane Boy opened and closed his mouth, repeating it twice, when an exceedingly subtle resonance inexplicably arose in his heart.
It seemed this name carried a different sort of feeling.
He shook his head. "Clearless Daoist Dojo, Clearless Dao Abode."
And so another three months passed.
Bixin Immortal City—no, it should now be called Clearless Immortal City.
Three months ago, the city and the nearby Cultivation Markets had all changed their names. Many cultivators knew that an Immortal Practitioner of Profound Heaven had established a Daoist Dojo in the Bixin Mountain region. Above stood the Clearless Daoist Dojo, and within it was an Immortal Mansion.
Though that person had not announced it openly, privately, even the plaque atop the city walls had been replaced with a freshly made new city name.
The city was bustling, its gates in all four directions thrown wide open to welcome cultivators arriving from elsewhere.
Who did not know that, when choosing a safe place, the first thing to consider was the cultivation and strength of the local cultivators? In places where killing had become routine, relatively peaceful and stable lands would naturally be favored by many cultivators.
"Clearless Immortal City. This fellow Daoist is quite an interesting man." Clouds drifted through a distant stretch of sky as several visiting cultivators passed by.
Several figures stood atop a cloud. Seeing the city's name below, the blue-robed young man in the middle of the three smiled and spoke.
"Clearless. Clarity and turbidity stand opposed; this name is not particularly good." The red-robed girl on the left let her gaze linger below for a breath, then shook her head, her expression rather cool.
The other blue-robed youth glanced at the girl.
Seemingly hoping to