After taking the list, Zhao Huai quickly left.
Although he had spent three days and nights in the basement, the time had passed quickly.
There was no sense of time in seclusion, and the bright sun now made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
At this moment, it was in the afternoon, and the streets were crowded with vendors and merchant teams. Passers-by leading horses could often be seen on the street.
There were almost no cultivators on the street, mostly scholars with fans, and occasionally two swordsmen walking together.
"Believe in Crow Immortal, and you shall enjoy favorable weather and be free from illness!"
"You may enter paradise and attain wealth!"
At this time, there were several groups of people wearing black robes, shouting loudly and banging drums and gongs in a grand manner.
Embroidered on their clothes were crows, which seemed to represent some kind of sect.