Knowing they were afraid of trouble, Wenlong saw little point in traveling with them any longer. After bidding them farewell, he spurred his horse and rode away.
He did not feel like asking them about the Myriad Crowds Sect, either. If it was truly that famous, he could learn everything simply by asking any local.
After checking into an inn in town, Wenlong summoned a waiter and asked about the Myriad Crowds Sect. Sure enough, tempted by a tip, the waiter told him everything he knew.
As it turned out, the Myriad Crowds Sect was not a sect from Great Ming, though it enjoyed considerable prestige there. It was based in the Great Song Kingdom, with disciples spread throughout the neighboring countries and immense strength at its disposal.
Oh, so that was how it was. As long as they didn't provoke me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so easy to bully, either.
There was a large city ahead. Hang City was a bustling place where many goods passed through, making it a prosperous hub.
He planned to rest for one night, then continue south tomorrow, crossing Great Ming into Great Yuan. Once he reached Great Yuan, he would ask about the Sea of Death.
Hang City was a flourishing city. Inside an exquisitely decorated house, a young boy and girl were talking.
"Uncle, I want to go out and play, see the sights of Hang City, and try all the delicious food," the girl said to the boy.
"Little Qianqian, stop making trouble. I agreed to bring you along, so you have to behave. Otherwise, I'm the one who'll get a beating." The boy looked helpless.
"Ruan Number Six, aren't you being too controlling? Fifth Uncle always treats me so well when he takes me out. He's nothing like you, nagging