Tang Zhen was wearing a leather armor as he rode on his Mount and slowly advanced on a path that had been created by someone stepping on the gentle ground between the two mountains.
At this time, he was dressed no different from a wild cultivator. The only difference was that his face did not show any signs of being weathered, and his every move carried a faint power.
Every time a Wanderer encountered him along the way, he would subconsciously hide at the side and let Tang Zhen go first.
Even when he met cultivators, they would be on guard and secretly look at him before passing by.
Compared to the region where the moon god Tower City was located, the living environment here was much more dangerous, and there would often be the shadow of pillaging groups.
Tang Zhen turned a blind eye to this. He merely continued to hurry on his way while enjoying the scenery along the way.
