The Five Great Families Make Their Move

On the outskirts of Qianchuan City, Chen An’nian carried a pole on his shoulder, hunching his body as he blended in with the group of itinerant porters.

With numerous rivers in the vicinity, carriages were inconvenient, and many people relied on selling their physical labor to make a living.

“Recently, many martial artists have left our area,” one porter leaned on his pole and said to the person beside him.

“No wonder. It was because of that person, Chen An’nian,” another porter replied.

“I heard a martial artist say that Chen An’nian is no longer valuable and is going to some ancient ruins.”

“Ancient ruins? Isn’t that just a fancy term for grave robbing?”

The group of porters gathered together, engrossed in their lively discussion as if they were advising the country.

“Who can deny that? That so-called ancient ruins can’t compare to the Baihua Tower in our Qianchuan City.”