"That's Yuanzhao ahead?" Luo Chen asked in surprise.0

Tao Yisheng nodded. "Indeed. This nation has long been under the jurisdiction of the Green Pill Valley for over four hundred years. Fellow Daoist Luo, is there something troubling you?"0

Luo Chen burst into laughter. "Well, what a coincidence! My hometown happens to be in Yuanzhao."0

Tao Yisheng gave him a skeptical look. Coming from Yuanzhao, and yet not recognizing the way home?0

Luo Chen waved it off. "I happened to embark on the cultivation path by sheer chance and left for Dahe Market. I was young and remember little. Truth be told, I've forgotten the way home."0

Tao Yisheng asked, clearly unconvinced. "Is that so?"0

Luo Chen replied earnestly, "I speak no falsehood. Baixiu Prefecture of Yuanzhao, that is where I was born."0

There was indeed such a place as Baixiu Prefecture in Yuanzhao. It bordered Qianshan Prefecture and was located in a remote, mountainous wilderness.0

Luo Chen said with a polite smile, "Fellow Daoist Tao, might I trouble you for a small favor? Let me return for a brief visit?"0

"Well…" Tao Yisheng appeared conflicted, or rather, he wasn't the only one. Li Yixian and Nangong Jin also looked uncertain.0

Yet when Luo Chen's calm gaze swept over them, both fell silent. Perhaps it was the pressure from a fellow Foundation Establishment cultivator, or maybe it was Luo Chen's courteous tone; neither pressed further.0

Despite his bashful nature, Tao Yisheng eventually gave in and agreed to Luo Chen's request. He merely insisted that their three flying boats remain concealed, so as not to alarm the mortals.0

Luo Chen and the others naturally had no objections. They cast Cloud-Riding to cloak the three flying boats from view. And so, they slowly entered the borders...0