"Fellow Daoist, please come this way. I have already sent a message to the City of Tengzhou to arrange a place for you to rest..."
The old man in a long black robe from Qingqiu Mountain, who stayed behind with Fang Xing, stepped forward and led Fang Xing towards the east. On the way, he subtly inquired about Fang Xing's background. Fang Xing only introduced himself as Xing Fang, a Loose Cultivator roaming around. Various lies came out of his mouth easily, but they were enough to dispel the old man's concerns. Before finishing their conversation, they had already reached a place shrouded by a sea of clouds.
"Is this the City of Tengzhou?"
