I’m Da Niu
Éditeur: Misty Cloud Translations
There was no lack of shopkeepers at this place who were at the level of Nascent Soul. She became speechless. In a first-grade country, one powerful Nascent Cultivator would take charge as a clan head or even a family ancestor. However, at this place, he would just drift along as a shopkeeper. It's truly hopeless.
But after a few days, she calmed down a lot. Where there were the strong, there were the weak. She knew long ago, but she didn't expect that the so-called weak people in this place were doing odd jobs.
In spite of this, however, with Nascent Soul cultivators in charge, it's very possible that ordinary people dared not mess around in these places.
As she walked along, eating fruit, she contemplated in her heart. She came to a deserted place, changed her clothes, wiped the dust off her face, and turned into an ordinary boy in a set of black clothes. Her pair of clever and crafty eyes glimmered with stratagem. Then, she went to the city gate.