The next morning, as the sky began to lighten, Fang Han settled his bill, left the inn, and resumed his journey.
By afternoon, the familiar, majestic silhouette of Qingxuan Mountain was visible on the distant horizon.
The mountain range stretched on and on, its highest peak piercing the clouds with breathtaking grandeur.
Instead of returning directly to the Sect's gates, he changed direction and headed toward Qingxuan City at the foot of the mountain.
Qingxuan City was as bustling and noisy as ever, with carriages coming and going and crowds weaving through the streets.
After entering the city, he walked into a Money Shop called Huitong Bank. The Shopkeeper behind the counter saw Fang Han's calm demeanor and the Qingxuan Sect Disciple's Robe he wore, and not daring to show any disrespect, he quickly rose to greet him.
"Young Master, how may I help you?"
