After traveling roughly fifteen kilometers, Han Wu’s group finally found signs of civilization. It was a somewhat rundown town. Outside the gates, people were pushing wooden carts and carrying shoulder poles as they entered. They looked like farmers bringing produce to sell.0

The group was about to approach when He Xu stopped them. He pointed out that their clothing was completely different from what the Martial Arts Civilization’s natives wore. If they walked in dressed like that, they would stand out as four oddballs in bizarre outfits, which was practically inviting trouble.0

Jia Gui glanced around. “Wait here. I’ll go find us some clothes.”0

He disappeared around the corner of the town wall. Han Wu could just barely make out what looked...0