The four landed near a village at the southwest corner of the Wei Kingdom, carrying doubts and disguised themselves before entering.
Upon entering the stockade, they just happened to see an elder sorting out firewood, and the friendly youth that Zhou Cang changed into approached him politely.
"Old sir, excuse me, what is this place?"
The elder slowly turned his head, his cloudy eyes gave them a glance, and he slightly lifted his chin.
Beside him, a fallen sign read Wooden Tower Stockade.
"How many years have you been here?"
The elder looked them over again and probed, "Are you cultivators?"
Upon hearing this, the four exchanged glances. In the various countries of the Southern Domain, ordinary people encountering cultivators usually shout out 'Immortal, Immortal Master.'
Yet this elder was so indifferent, seemingly very familiar with cultivators and indifferent.
"Indeed, sir, we four brothers are out training and happened to pass through here." Zhou Cang smiled awkwardly.
