"..."
Before long, the three of them arrived in Luochuan City.
Su Yueli swept her gaze around. This city covered a considerable area, with broad streets and shops standing in rows. It looked quite prosperous, yet its foundations in martial arts and cultivation were pitifully weak.
In her perception, the vast majority of those coming and going through the city were ordinary mortals who had not even entered the ranks.
The occasional martial artist passing by was mostly at the First or Second Realm, among the lowest ranks. Even Fourth Realm martial artists were exceedingly rare.
As for the fluctuations of cultivators' spiritual power, they were fainter still. There seemed to be no cultivators in the city at all?
This place was practically a corner completely abandoned by the cultivation world.
Su Yueli understood at once. No wonder the Zhao Household merely had to pay the price to hire a Second Realm cultivator to swagger through Luochuan City, even driving the Han Household—another family power—to ruin and scattering its people.
A quarter of an hour later, Han Qingling stopped before a residence.
Several guards standing outside the gates were pacing back and forth, their expressions grave.
Su Yueli could tell at a glance that these guards were merely Second Realm martial artists.
When they saw Han Qingling and Han Yu, the guards froze for a moment before hurrying over in astonishment.
They hastily clasped their fists in salute. "Eldest Miss! Second Miss! You... you escaped and came back?!"
Han Qingling nodded, her expression regaining the composure of an Aristocratic Clan's eldest daughter. She instructed, "Go report to Father in the main hall. Tell him we're back."
"Yes! This subordinate will go at once!" The guard turned and ran excitedly into the courtyard.
Han Yu, meanwhile, hooked her arm through Su