Daoist Bian could not help leaning closer, but after a long moment, he drew back. "Forget it. I take back what I said."
After leaving Jingyuan City, they had planned to reach Pingshui City within half a month. Once there, they would use Chen Zui-Zui's connections to ask about the origins of the sword Bian Chunchou treated as his entire fortune. But plans could not keep up with changes. A journey that should have been less than half a leg had somehow turned into "hard mode."
Fortunately, it had worked out in the end. After taking more than three times as long as planned, they had gone from flying by sword to traveling by water, then by Teleportation Array, and finally on foot. At last, on an ordinary day in late autumn, they saw the towers of Pingshui City.
"That was too hard. Way too hard!" Fighting and killing along the way, falling into traps and climbing back out, had been fun enough. But if everything had gone according to plan, he would have been even happier.
He used to think the Cultivation Realm was wonderfully straightforward. After this journey, he finally understood: its straightforward little schemes came one after another without end. There were more traps than anyone could step around and more tricks than anyone could see through. Even someone as clever as Wen Xu-Xu occasionally got swindled out of Spirit Stones for no reason he could fathom. It was terrifying.
He did not dare imagine what would happen if he descended the mountain alone. He would probably be cheated out of every last coin and lose everything he owned.
"Pingshui City is a water city famous across the continent too, but it's nothing like Jingyuan City, which sits beside the water. Half of Pingshui City actually floats