In the chaotic world that existed after the arrival of the god’s broken face, the majority of cultivators were in the Qi Condensation level. Relatively few ever reached Foundation Establishment. Because of that, outside of cities, they were rare. And only big sects like Seven Blood Eyes would have Foundation Establishment cultivators in numbers. It was only natural that Xu Qing’s arrival would cause something of a commotion. As the guards offered respectful greetings, and before Xu Qing could even make his way toward the teleportation portal, powerful fluctuations rolled out from the direction of the city magistrate’s manor.0

Frowning, Xu Qing looked in that direction, his eyes cold.0

A beam of light appeared, shooting in his direction and coming to a stop about nine meters away from him in the form of an extravagantly dressed middle-aged man. He was handsome, and pulsed with Foundation Establishment dharma force as he sized up Xu Qing.0

Meanwhile, Xu Qing glanced at his throat and simultaneously tried to judge how many dharma apertures he had opened.0

“Can I help you, Fellow Daoist? I’m Zhou Hengli from the Zhou Clan in Violet Lands. I was...0