Several days later, Wang Jingyuan and Mo Xian arrived at a small city by the name of Wanzhou. Compared with the towns they've been through, Wanzhou was far larger and had about three times as many people as a single town. "The closer we get to the Capital, the larger the cities become," Mo Xian explained as they walked on the street in search of an inn. "That also means more people, and more martial artists coming to attend the Hero Assembly, and a higher likelihood of someone recognizing your sword."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jingyuan doubled checked that her sword was covered entirely by the black cloth. She held it in her hand by her side and hoped it didn't look too suspicious.
Mo Xian and Wang Jingyuan ran into a problem. All the inns they went into were full. "Sorry, childe; sorry, miss. We're already at max capacity. Perhaps you can try that inn across the street?" The innkeeper told them apologetically. Wang Jingyuan and Mo Xian returned to the streets.
