Dawn crept in quietly, like a young woman too shy to show her face.
Before long, it quietly slipped away again.
Along the way, they crossed mountains whenever they met mountains and waded through water whenever they met water.
They walked from darkness into daylight, then from dawn into darkness.
Along the way, they experienced many local customs and met many interesting people.
Li Ping'an kept detailed records of each day's weather, whom he met, and where he went.
He even recorded everything he did, saw, heard, thought, and felt.
He thought that if he ever grew truly bored in the future, he could take it out and leaf through it, recalling his past.
Later, they came upon another ruined temple, with quite a few corpses strewn haphazardly around it.
There were men and women. Clearly, a merchant caravan had encountered a band of vicious bandits and hidden here, only to be slaughtered to the last person.
Li Ping'an buried them. He had spent some time learning scriptures from Monk Changqing before.
He had no idea whether he was even reciting them correctly.
This was Run Tu's first time leaving the borders of Great Sui, and it left a deep impression on it.
Great Sui and the lands beyond it seemed like two different worlds.
In Great Sui, few cultivators dared to act recklessly, and flying was forbidden wherever a ban was in place.
Almost no one dared to violate those bans, either, yet outside Great Sui, these cultivators seemed utterly lawless.
In a small city, they witnessed a human tragedy.
Everyone in the small city wore a numb expression and looked withered and gaunt.
There was a very tall building in the city that looked like a palace.
But the one living in the palace was not some mortal