Meng Xing Zhuang was called a zhuang, but it was actually a populous township.
Its special location connected north and south, making it one of the most important thoroughfares.
It was not particularly far from the Eastern Saint Garrison.
An ordinary Qi Refining cultivator could reach it after roughly four to six hours of flight.
However, a Qi Refining cultivator's Law Power could hardly last that long, so Wang Ba's party rested twice along the way.
By the time the five finally reached Meng Xing Village, the moon was already high overhead.
They were all cultivators, though, and did not tire easily. They were about to head straight into Meng Xing Village to find lodging when Elder Huo stopped them.
"The Incense Dao is strange and mysterious, impossible to guard against at every turn. Meng Xing Village has quite a population. Who knows whether there are Incense Dao followers among them? Exposing our movements might not be a good thing."
Apprehension flickered in Elder Huo's eyes.
On the way, Wang Ba had learned the backgrounds of Elder Huo and the other two. All three were Heterodox Dao cultivators from the Swordwave Garrison, compelled to come by a forced mission.
Ever mindful of maintaining her image, Bu Chan frowned slightly at his words.
"You mean we shouldn't go in, Fellow Daoist Huo?"
"Not quite. If we don't go in, how can we find out whether there really are Incense Dao followers here?"
Elder Huo shook his head slightly, then laid out a plan.
"Before coming, I specifically looked into this place. It's a thoroughfare between north and south, with plenty of caravans passing through. Why don't we pose as a small merchant caravan and slip inside? We can make careful inquiries, then strike like thunder once everything is clear."
The middle-aged