Two days of relentless flight brought Bai Yu to the familiar shores of the Southern Wasteland Continent. Descending near a bustling city, he felt a tremor of power emanating from within its walls. A figure materialized before him – an old man, his wizened face etched with experience. The man's aura, though formidable at the Mid Xiantian Realm, paled in comparison to Bai Yu's own late Xiantian might.
"Greetings, young master," the old man rasped, his voice laced with a hint of caution. "May I inquire about the purpose of your visit to our humble city?"
Bai Yu's gaze narrowed slightly. The man's respectful address, despite the disparity in their cultivation levels, hinted at an underlying awareness of his true power. "I am on a personal mission," he replied coolly, his voice leaving little room for argument.
A flicker of curiosity crossed his features. "And what territory is this I find myself in?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
he old man cleared his throat, a flicker of nervousness crossing his face. "This, young master, is Flame City," he answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "We are… subordinate to the Flame King Sect."
"Isn't the Flame King Sect one of the top three powers on this continent, alongside others like the Azure Sword Sect and the Bloodsword Sect?" Bai Yu inquired, a spark of surprise flickering in his eyes.
"Indeed," the old man confirmed, his voice laced with a hint of trepidation.Armed with this newfound knowledge, Bai Yu wasted no time. He procured a detailed map of the region, pinpointing the location of one of the continent's most prominent trading hubs.
"Gotta have something to trade before I can buy," he muttered to himself, a pragmatic glint in his golden eyes.With a surge of power, he launched himself towards the sprawling forest that bordered the city. Demonic beasts, he knew, would fetch a decent price in the bustling marketplace.