Southern Divine Continent, Jianyang Prefecture.
This place wasn’t exactly bustling, but it was the first city of any real size encountered on the road from Hongze to the Divine Dynasty’s imperial capital.
Along the way, Ziyang had reached out to countless connections; the travel permit was stamped from cover to cover.
Only then could they safely arrive here.
If it weren’t for the contacts left behind by the Eastern Dragon King, the moment they entered Divine Continent’s territory, the local Earth God might have stopped them for a thorough background check.
Ordinary people wouldn’t be afraid, of course.
If your intentions were pure, you need not fear any suspicion and could state your purpose outright.
But for now, Ziyang was unwilling to reveal that they came from Hongze.
If they could downplay it, they would, in order to avoid trouble.
“We’re here.”
Ziyang lifted the carriage curtain and cupped his hands toward the little horse, thanking it for escorting them all the way.
Then, he turned to look at the young man beside him, who had been pretending to nap with his eyes closed.
Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes; his gaze was somewhat cold and distant.
The little horse had been lazily swishing its tail, but the moment it met those eyes, it abruptly stopped.