Seaside City, White Cloud Inn.

This wasn't a particularly large inn, and just like the majority of the inn in the city, it catered to both mortals and cultivators.

Of course, the vast majority of cultivators who stayed in inns like this didn't possess particularly lofty cultivation bases, and as a safety precaution, they would often disguise themselves as mortals. In reality, this was kind of an unspoken rule. After all, if a mortal were to learn that they were living next door to an almighty cultivator, then they most likely wouldn't even be able to fall asleep at night.

On this day, the White Cloud Inn was much busier than usual. Starting from several days ago, someone had reserved the entire inn, and all of the original employees had been temporarily kicked out. At the moment, everyone in the inn was extremely busy.

The entire inn, from the front hall to the backyard, was laden with large crates that were filled with all types of goods.

There were also a series of horse-beast-drawn carriages that were also laden with all types of goods outside the inn, and these were the most common form of transportation on the Primordial Wave Continent.

A slightly rotund middle-aged man was pacing back and forth, instructing his subordinates to load the crates of goods from the beast-drawn carriages onto a white flying ark in the...