Putting thought into action, Bai Mo ambled out of the city around noon, accompanied by Qin Wen.
The Azure Dragon River was located five li outside Immortal Arrival City, where a wharf was dedicated to loading and unloading cargo.
Bare-chested, dark-skinned men were unloading ore and medicinal herbs from the rafts, their work chants echoing without pause.
The Cultivators who had foraged for medicinal herbs in Celestial Barrier Mountain had already paid their passage upon boarding.
They didn't bother with the waiting laborers, saving themselves the small fee. Instead, they shouldered their packs, jumped off the rafts, and departed.
A few Cultivators who looked like foremen patrolled the area, their faces etched with an unshakable gloom.
Clearly, unlike the laborers who toiled day in and day out, those with some measure of status had already caught wind of the situation.
Their powerful patron was gone, and heaven only knew how they would manage things going forward.
