The transport flying vessel came to a stop at a suspended docking platform in the Peace Mountains. After bidding farewell to the native girl, Yao Li followed the flow of people out of the platform.
Most little girls her age were accompanied by parents or elders. Yet she had come alone this time, with no one following her, and she did not find anything strange about it.
Though she had not yet cultivated any mystical power, Zhao Rou had given her many talismans, enough for her to protect herself.
She discovered that after entering Anzhou's jurisdiction, the colored mist that had coiled around her seemed to have vanished, as if it had taken the initiative to lie dormant. Though she had not slept yet, that was how she felt.
After exchanging for a travel pass at the exchange office, she passed through the checkpoint smoothly. With Celestial Xia blood in her veins and the ability to read and write, she arrived upon a vast, open road.
A fresh breath of air washed over her, as though the atmosphere itself had been cleansed, carrying a faint fragrance. Golden osmanthus trees lined both sides of the road.
The others who had passed through the checkpoint all boarded Creation carriages to leave. It was convenient, but the cost was considerable.
She did not have much gold currency on her. Zhen Chuo and Zhao Rou were cultivators under punishment, and all their cultivation resources were allotted by Celestial Xia. They had little gold currency to give her, and after the necessities of life and other expenses, there was not much left. She still wanted to be frugal.
So she did not take one of those Creation carriages. Instead, she planned to take the relatively cheaper fast carriage to the inner city district.
"Yao Li,