"Little princess, this longsword may be sharp, but its forging is crude, with no spirituality to speak of."
"Little princess, the circulation route in this cultivation manual has serious flaws. If you force yourself to practice it, it will inevitably reverse the flow through your meridians."
As he walked, he chattered incessantly behind her like a fly.
Lin Jing was utterly fed up with him.
She simply quickened her pace, weaving nimbly through the crowd, trying to shake off this strange uncle.
Having lost his Martial Soul, Yu Xiaogang had a constitution inferior even to an ordinary burly man's.
Dragging his weary legs, he dodged this way and that through the crowd, nearly getting knocked flying by passing Spirit Beast Carriages several times.
Yet with astonishing perseverance, he clung doggedly to Lin Jing's retreating figure.
Finally, after crossing more than half the city...
Lin Jing stopped before an enormous, imposing building.
Built entirely from dark cyan basalt, it towered a hundred zhang high, like an ancient beast crouching in the city's center.
On either side of the entrance stood a Bronze Guardian Beast over ten zhang tall.
Above the lintel hung an enormous black plaque bearing several bold, powerful characters in gold.
"Martial Realm Hundred Spirits Branch Pavilion."
This was a branch liaison post the Martial Realm had established specifically to facilitate gathering intelligence and supplies from the various continents.
Outside the entrance stood two rows of guards clad in heavy black armor.
Their auras were as steady as mountains. Every one of them possessed considerable cultivation, and their sharp eyes scanned the passing pedestrians.
Lin Jing reached the steps and bounded up them with Luo Sanpao in her arms.
The instant the two rows of previously expressionless guards saw Lin Jing, they dropped to one knee and saluted in