Several miles away.
Fang Xi withdrew the Green Barley Sword from the chest of an aged martial artist, splattering a pool of fresh blood.
"The old fellow had no sense of honor in battle, but luckily, I've grown used to it."
Ever since he boldly made a large purchase at the market a few months ago, he had hardly been out without being ambushed.
Fortunately, the highest level of brigands that had fallen to robbery were Real Strength Warriors, which he could easily handle, though he felt slightly regretful that searching the corpses yielded little gain.
He entered an abandoned house and initiated transmigration.
'The best way to avoid pursuit is to disappear completely!'
'I'll stay in the Cultivation Realm for a while, perfect my martial arts, and then return...'
...
Black Stone City.
The sky was perpetually dark, with eerie lights seeping through the layers of black fog.
The edge between the Inner City and the Outer City.
A large mansion.
