Black Horse pulled the carriage at a gallop all the way down from the Academy and into the streets of Capital City.
The crowds bustled, and the smoky bustle of worldly life left Su Mo's senior brothers a little unaccustomed.
The nine of them sat inside the carriage. The little girl lay across Su Mo's legs, chattering away animatedly with Second Senior Brother's bird.
Sixth lay against the window, looking at all the food outside, practically drooling!
Luo Yin sat quietly with the Ink Zither in her arms, seeming to be thinking about something, yet also seeming to be thinking about nothing at all.
Eldest Senior Brother leaned against the carriage, drowsy.
Fourth and Fifth spread out a huge map densely covered in "Blessed Lands," discussing whose "Blessed Land" they should pay a visit to first...
Su Mo watched the bustle outside the carriage. Among those crowds were the auras of many cultivators, seemingly far more than before.
Su Mo turned and asked, "Why are there so many more cultivators' auras in Capital City?"
Red-Clad One Gu Yu shook his head. "I heard this year's Sect Competition is being held in our Great Hua, so many younger disciples from sects large and small have come to our Capital City."
When immortals fought, mortals suffered... who knew what Su Mo was thinking.
Suddenly, Su Mo noticed several cultivators take things from a roadside stall without paying, then simply turn and leave.
The vendor opened his mouth, but said nothing...
"Stop the carriage!" Su Mo shouted.
Looking at Su Mo's dark expression, Gu Yu sighed. "Why bother getting involved in such a small matter?"
"Even if they paid, that vendor wouldn't dare accept it!"
"Things like this happen everywhere under heaven!"
Su Mo swept his snow-white sleeve and stepped down from the