Qiao Zhi had agreed with that advice. It was also the reason she had no intention of wearing her sect token on the outside of her robe. It rested safely in an inner pocket. Anyone who knew what to look for might still recognize the embroidery on her cuffs, but the design was modest enough that most people would simply assume she belonged to a mountain school. That suited her. She wanted to see how ordinary people lived, how smaller martial families trained, and what problems appeared when powerful sects were too busy arguing to pay attention to places far from their grand halls. She had spent most of her life inside Mount Hua's peaceful boundaries. It would be foolish to believe that the entire Jianghu behaved like her home just because she had been fortunate enough to grow up there.
