Given their age, their visit to Yangming Manor could not have been arranged by their sect. Then... perhaps someone had entrusted them with this task. Yet she had sensed no aura left by any other great cultivator on them. There was only one possibility: that person's cultivation far surpassed hers.
Adding in that spirit sword born from mortal iron, Shu Menghua could not help sighing inwardly. Little Seven had a sharp eye for people. If I had thought of this sooner, perhaps I could have slipped my own elite disciples in.
She could only hope that Little Seven would keep herself safe in that city and cling tightly to a powerful thigh.
"Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo—" Shu Jinze sneezed three times in a row, leaving him utterly dazed. "It's over. The Household Head must know I secretly slipped into the secret realm."
Bian Chunchou set up a stall in the city. It was not because he still harbored grand ambitions of redeeming Chen Zui-Zui, but because if he did not set up a stall, he did not know what else to do. Other than martial combat, everything was permitted in this city. Never mind running a stall—even if you danced square dances in front of the City Lord's Office, no one would haul you off to jail.
Freedom—far too much freedom. There was not even a business administration law, to the point that he was half tempted to sell outrageously overpriced hotpot.
Of course, True Person Bian was only entertaining the thought. The people here truly had little desire for material things; they seemed indifferent to everything. Life flourished vibrantly, yet it was also as stagnant as a dead pool. They felt like... fake people whose lives had been set according to some program.
He and Shu Jinze served several