The night in this city had a faint sense of mystery. The districts of red lanterns and flowing wine grew lively. The food streets and pedestrian lanes also began to fill with weary figures.0

Shi Qianzhang wore a hat to conceal his distinctive spiky hair. He also radiated righteous qi and sacred light, making it nearly impossible for anyone to recognize him. However, Wang Sheng, with his sword case on his back; Huai Jing, with his bald head and monk's robes; and Zhou Yinglong, with his flowing Daoist robe, all made it obvious that they weren't ordinary people.0

Nevertheless, no one disturbed them, but not because the citizens possessed lofty self-restraint. Rather, it was because twenty Sakura Island cultivators remained nearby at all times. Some of them disguised themselves as passersby, while some hid in corners with escape techniques. A few even strode openly at the front, clearing the way.0

The cultivators were not spying on them. Rather, they were protecting the Hua Republic cultivators, dissolving any possible threats around them so they could quietly take in the customs and atmosphere of the land.0

Sakura Island had clearly grown fearful. The Daoist sects had cowed them,...0