Yan Wuji followed the stream of people entering the city and passed through the gate.
The City Gate Guard on duty merely glanced at him before looking away.
Martial Artists had all sorts of personalities. Some were flamboyant, while others were low-key. A Martial Artist dressed like him with his face covered was not an uncommon sight in the city, so there was nothing worth noting.
Yan Wuji stepped into the city.
Waves of clamor came from the taverns and teahouses lining the streets, and the shouts of vendors rose and fell. The air was a mix of fragrant food, the smell of dust, and the sweat of pedestrians.
He walked slowly along the main street, his gaze sizing up the bustling city from behind his black veil.
"It's certainly lively."
He muttered to himself, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
But in the eyes hidden behind the black veil, a cold glint flashed and then vanished.
