Su Yubing did not object.
When they finally reached the checkpoint, the guard asked, "Names?"
Mo Yuxin answered, "Mo Yuxin. Su Yubing."
The guard looked at them.
He frowned.
Then he looked at them again.
Something about their names seemed familiar.
He checked the registration scroll.
Nothing.
"Sect?"
"None."
"Purpose of entry?"
Mo Yuxin glanced at Su Yubing.
Su Yubing smiled.
"Travel."
The guard stared.
"Just travel?"
"Yes."
"For how long?"
Mo Yuxin thought about it.
"We do not know."
The guard sighed.
"Where are you staying?"
"We have not decided."
The guard stared at them as if they were the most difficult travelers he had ever encountered.
Finally he stamped their entry slips.
"Fine. Welcome to Thousand Dao City."
Mo Yuxin nodded.
"Thank you."
They walked through the gate.
The noise of the city hit them immediately.
Thousands of voices.
Hundreds of spiritual bells.
Flying ships overhead.
Merchant calls.
Street performers.
