Pei Jinye left the ruined temple and, before entering the market, encountered greetings from two groups of bandits. After departing, he had a bit more scattered silver on him and an additional fine horse beneath him.
How could it be said otherwise? The lads were all too eager, stretching out their necks to offer money and a mount.
In a short time, Pei Jinye was mounted on a white horse, meandering through the woods.
From this encounter, he knew somewhat of his own strength.
Dealing with these gang members didn't even require ten percent of his efforts, and he effortlessly crushed them.
It seemed that even those first-rate experts from his memories were no match for him.
"Above the first-rate experts are the Martial Arts Masters… They are the ones who break away from the mundane world with their true power," he thought.
Pei Jinye fell into contemplation.
There were three paths before him now.
