The merchant caravan followed Fan Wu and Yun Jiuqing as they led the way.
They gradually ventured deeper into the area.
Yun Jiuqing, naturally capable of hearing the whispers and murmurs coming from behind her, grumbled discontentedly while leading Old Blue Ox, "How can there be people among them who still doubt us, as if we aren't cultivators? Is there any need for me, Yun Jiuqing, to lie to them about such a matter?"
"And besides... surely no one would impersonate a cultivator, right?"
"That's not necessarily true," Fan Wu replied with a smile.
In a place like Qiulong County, there were quite a few con artists who pretended to be cultivators. He had encountered two swindlers trying to muddle through when he had been called to the Qiulong County government office to stop a nefarious ghost.
Some people, for a few pieces of silver,
had tremendous guts!
