One month later.
Morning.
Song Country, Dragon Gate Market.
A green-curtained carriage, after registration, slowly entered the market.
The sound of wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs startled a few early-rising spirit birds.
The carriage driver was a lean man, quite skilled in mundane martial arts.
The carriage arrived at the Sect Inn and stopped.
The driver jumped down and respectfully lifted the curtain.
"Young Master, we're here."
Inside was a young master with features like jade and sharp eyebrows, traveling with several maids.
All had spirit roots and were cultivators.
"Get two of the best rooms."
"Yes, Young Master."
The lean driver was a first-rate martial artist in the vicinity.
Agile in movement, quick-minded.
Only in his forties.
Unfortunately, without a spirit root.
Could only work as a transport worker in the market.
The young master was generous.
Casually tossed out a spirit stone.
The driver's eyes brightened.
Middle grade spirit stone!
