A Melancholic Encounter

Ten days later, “We’re almost at Tianshan City, young one,” an elder said to a seemingly ordinary young man beside him in a caravan of several hundred people.

“Thank you, Master,” the young man bowed to the elder and then stepped down from the carriage.

“We part ways here.”

“Young one, you haven’t told me why you came here,” the elder chuckled.

“I came here to find something,” the young man replied without hesitation, bidding farewell to the others around him and heading towards Tianshan City.

“Grandfather, is this guy deceiving us? Tianshan City is the headquarters of the Luoxuan Sect. What could he possibly be looking for here?”

The young child by the elder’s side asked.

“Don’t speak nonsense. Perhaps he is also a member of the sect?”

The elder shook his head with a smile. The young man looked up at the magnificent city gate of Tianshan City.

“This place is much more prosperous than Nandou City.”

“No wonder it’s the main stronghold of the Luoxuan Sect.”