Leaving the mountain stream where they had briefly stayed, Chu Zheng and Xue Qing did not travel far.
The two quietly sneaked into another slightly bustling mortal city, a thousand miles away from Iron Edge City.
This city was more than ten times larger than Iron Edge City, with the presence of cultivators being quite common. The crowds were dense, the traffic noisy, and the society was a mix of various walks of life, making it an excellent place for gathering intelligence.
The Xuanxiao Sect was the first trouble that needed addressing, akin to a sword hanging overhead, Chu Zheng had to quickly find out its details.
He knew well that in the cultivation world, the accuracy of information often determines life and death.
He knew quite a bit about ancient times, but most of the memory fragments were about the waves upon waves over the ages, with specific changes, shifts in powers within a Great Realm being too insignificant, thus had to rely on his own investigation.
