Slanting Wind and Fine Rain, Yet He Had Not Returned

Li Yan's words took Shan Yiyuan somewhat by surprise.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Immortal. Immortals from the army have already come by. You were recovering from your injuries at the time, so they told me not to disturb you.

"They issued an official notice exempting our village from supplying resources for ten years. We owe it all to you, my lord."

Shan Yiyuan spoke with gratitude written across his face. When the other party had taken the command arrow, he had not warned Shan Yiyuan to keep quiet about it. He had also said he did not want to disturb Li Yan inside the house.

"Oh? Someone from the army has already been here? I was recuperating, so I knew nothing about it. Is their garrison nearby?"

Li Yan sounded as though he were asking casually.

"Well... I wouldn't know that. Where the troops are stationed along the border between the two races isn't something mortals like us can know.

"But whenever something major happens, the Immortals, with their boundless powers, come straight to us."

Shan Yiyuan looked troubled.

Li Yan waved a hand as though it did not matter and turned the conversation to other matters.

Inwardly, however, he felt another surge of helplessness. Even in a world like the Lost Continent, where immortals and mortals interacted so frequently, an uncrossable chasm still lay between them.

Cultivators presumably concealed their sects and bases with formations as well, avoiding dealings with mortals as much as possible. It seemed he would have to uncover many things bit by bit himself.

"Do you know Mingdu City?"

"Of course I do, Lord Immortal. It's about a thousand li northwest of here.

"It's the largest city nearby, and the place where you can see the most Immortals."

"Oh? Then there must be