Lu Chuan walked along the bustling streets, noticing quite a few odd figures along the way.
Some people were standing at street corners aimlessly, merely glancing around without purpose, and although their clothes were plain, their aura was extraordinary.
It was obvious that they were spies sent out by certain people.
If nothing unexpected happened, these spies on the streets were likely sent by the Lu family to gather intelligence.
Fortunately, he had donned a veil in advance, preventing him from being exposed to their view.
Soon, he arrived at Myriad Swords Smithy.
The towering pavilion stood seven or eight stories high.
White walls rose high around the pavilion.
Reaching the gate, Lu Chuan approached the guards.
"Hold on, please show your identity!"
A guard stepped in front of Lu Chuan, blocking his path.
The two guards, seeing Lu Chuan wearing a black veil, naturally wouldn't let him go through.
