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For a cultivator, there was minimal difference between day and night. They could perceive their surroundings clearly at any time using their spiritual perception or immortal perception. Those who had grown accustomed to sight still relied heavily on their eyes, though.
At nightfall, various light-providing artifacts illuminated every corner of the marketplace that Wang Sheng was in. However, shadows and darkness naturally formed on the opposite side of whatever light touched, including living beings.
Known for its refined entertainments, the Laifeng Pavilion was a favorite leisure spot for many cultivators. Unaffiliated practitioners weren't the only ones to frequent it; disciples of various celestial gates also visited occasionally in search of pleasure.
Some cultivators valued purity and self-restraint, while others preferred freedom and indulgence, disregarding minor rules. Their paths of cultivation differed, and so did the principles they followed.
The Laifeng Pavilion grew livelier in the evening. Lamps burned brightly, guests moved in and out, and ethereal music continuously drifted through the halls. Wang Sheng entered it once more, gently fanning himself and appearing calm.
He had altered his appearance and adjusted his aura. Since he was in the Fengli Sect's territory, he used a secret technique from the Heavenly Court rather than the mental...
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