Li Sanwan.
It was an ordinary little town.
It earned its name from the Jinlan River, which turned three times as it passed through, forming three bends.
Wang Ba concealed his cultivator presence and strolled through the town.
The mountains, rivers, customs, and people of the Yan Kingdom were entirely different from those of the Chen Kingdom.
Waterways crisscrossed the area, and the most common sights were little boats propelled by sculling oars and young women of the water towns.
It was steeped in the flavor of the lands south of the river.
That was also his strongest impression after entering the town.
Compared with cultivators, every passing moment left a more distinct mark on mortals.
Their lives were also richer with the smoke and bustle of everyday living.
After making a circuit, his Divine Sense stirred slightly, and he stopped before a butcher's stall.
"Haven't seen you around, brother. Would you like a couple of catties of lean meat, or..."
Before he finished speaking, the curly-bearded butcher holding the knife seemed to notice something. He suddenly looked up at Wang Ba, and an unusual look flashed across his face.
His warm, courteous expression swiftly vanished, replaced by a trace of gravity.
After a slight hesitation, he said in a rough voice:
"...Friend, please come into the back courtyard to talk."
"Very well."
Wang Ba was not surprised by this and followed him into a back courtyard planted with peach trees.
Soon.
Once they entered the courtyard, the curly-bearded butcher finally stopped hiding. He unobtrusively put some distance between himself and Wang Ba, then cupped his hands in a cultivator's greeting, with none of a mortal butcher's clumsiness, and declared in a rough, imposing voice:
"I'm Wu Hai."
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask what guidance you have come here to