On this trip to the Northwest, Xiang Anshi had not revealed his identity. Red Leaf City was one thing; coming here was another. There was no need to stir up a storm throughout the city.
He simply passed himself off as a visiting cultivator on his travels. There were many like him in Ancient Loulan. Since the Protective Forest had been completed, the Northwest had suddenly become a popular destination. Everyone hoped to contribute to this great human undertaking, while also taking a share of the spoils and gaining a measure of fortune, so they could reap some benefits amid the changes in heaven and earth.
All of this had figured into Yu Zhengxing's calculations.
Now that they were here, there was no need for the group to stay together. Bai Qingqian went to attend to her Bai Family's business, with Chen Zhaodi accompanying her, chiefly to see whether the desert's products and Yingtai's specialties might complement one another.
Nie Yingnan and Xiangfei Bamboo traveled together through the Protective Forest. They had seen many forests on the continent, but this was their first entirely man-made one. Xiangfei Bamboo had considerable experience in this area. After all, she had spent most of her life in the company of bamboo, and she hoped her experience could help here.
Xiang Anshi headed out of the Protective Forest and deeper into the desert. He planned to venture at least a thousand li, and very possibly farther. This was confidence in his own strength, something every powerful cultivator would do to gain a more comprehensive understanding of the Undead as a race.
Everyone had their own direction. That was what cultivators were like, rather than constantly clustering together like a flock of bewildered, helpless disciples of the Dao.
They already had convictions of their own