Special Guest
"Welcome to Daesan!" a man called out warmly as Ardiel and the other passengers stepped off the ship.
The scenery wasn't too different from Qinlan—except for the people's distinct accent and their unique style of clothing. It was subtle, but these details told Ardiel he was no longer on the mainland.
After spending considerable time at Huashan Sect, Ardiel had become quite self-reliant. He was now capable of traveling alone without much concern for his safety. Few would dare trouble someone at the Intermediate Martial Earth stage, like him.
Or so he thought. No sooner had he set foot in Daesan than a group of thugs approached him, their intentions clear as they eyed him with predatory interest.
"Hey, do you have any gold?" the burliest of the group demanded.