The days passed as peacefully as flowing water.
The only disturbance was that the law enforcement disciples of the Marvelous Dharma Sect in the city seemed rather irritable, but no one paid them any mind.
In a tavern near the city gate, more and more Loose Cultivators were gathering.
Those about to enter the mountains and those returning from them were all exchanging the latest news.
Waiters bustled between the tables.
Occasionally, upon seeing someone with large and small bundles, they would ask an extra question.
"Are those ores or medicinal herbs you have there?"
"Have you no eyes! If they were ores, how could they be this light?"
"Then where are you planning to sell them?"
"Not sure. The city market is poor. If all else fails, I'll take them to a pharmacy and get back some travel money!"
The pharmacies' purchasing prices were notoriously low. Many people would rather let their herbs rot in their hands while gambling on a chance to sell them for a better price.
