Chen Cuo gathered his thoughts and walked on.
Zhang Jingbei and Langhao exchanged a glance and hurried after him.
"Huaiyin City is lively."
As they walked down the street, Zhang Jingbei looked around at the people hurrying past and muttered to himself.
Langhao was also taking in their surroundings. "There really are more outsiders here than elsewhere." He pointed to several men coming toward them. "Take those fellows. By mortal standards, they're disciples of martial sects. One of them has even reached the Dao Foundation Realm. In the martial world, he'd count as a peerless master!"
"People of the martial world?"
With that hint, Zhang Jingbei looked more closely and finally spotted the signs. Puzzled, he asked, "Aren't these so-called wandering heroes always spoiling for a fight, with most of them wanted by the authorities? Why have so many suddenly come here?"
"Which goes to show how little you've seen." Langhao laughed. "You don't know that, for all their fighting, these people still cling to their so-called code of honor. The martial artists of the Southern Dynasty especially love getting involved whenever something big happens to the country. Now that a Southern Dynasty general has marched north, they've all come flocking here like chickens with their blood up."
Zhang Jingbei paused, then said, "I didn't expect you to know all that. Looks like living a few extra years does have its uses."
Langhao laughed again. "You don't need to live that long. Didn't we clash with a few martial artists while scouting the area? They were no match for us, and you couldn't even be bothered to check who they were, but they did let a few things slip. Six sects have sent people here this time. Apparently, when that General Wu led the army, he wanted nothing to do