Nest morning the sun was barely visible through the thick toxic miasma that covered the Poison Valley Town.
Meanwhile, Gu Fan slipped out of the Gu Clan estate's side gates with a plain black cloth covering the lower half of his face.
He did not really stand out as hiding one's identity was a very common sight among the rugged rogue cultivators who frequented this town.
So Gu Fan casually dressed in ordinary dark martial robes while he strolled down the streets of the town that reeked strongly cheap medicinal pastes.
Mercenaries wearing heavy armoured sets and massive battle-axes strapped to their backs walked past around him roughly, desperate merchants loudly hawked through the streets wanting to sell low-tier beast cores from their wooden shops.
But Gu Fan just took in all the sights with a highly satisfied smirk. Because hidden beneath his mask Gu Fan could very well feel the panicked under current pulse through the town.
