C237 (1/2)

It was already dawn. Li Dao's eyebrows were covered in a layer of frost.

The temperature difference in the desert was very large, the temperature at night was very low, and the temperature during the day was very high.

Li Dao sat cross-legged for the entire night. The moisture in the air was sucked over along with the spiritual energy, forming a layer of frost on his forehead.

Shaking his brows, he opened his eyes and asked with a smile, ”Did Miss Shangguan have a nightmare last night?”

Shangguan Yan's expression was ice-cold as she raised her sword and left. There were some things that she did not want to mention, much less those who were unrelated to her.

After waking up from their stupor, the two of them continued to follow Shangguan Yan.

After walking for four hours, a city appeared before the three of them. On the wall above the city gates were three large words: Four Directions City.

As he approached the city gate, Li Dao furrowed his brows.

There was almost no spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth in the city, and it was full of resentment. As a Xiantian realm martial artist, Li Dao was extremely sensitive to the heavens and earth.

Although he could not see with the naked eye, he could feel that the air above the four cities was filled with all kinds of emotions, such as grief, anger, sadness, and injury.

Generally speaking, the battlefield was filled with resentment and maliciousness, but this was clearly a city, so how could something like this happen?

For the time being, he could not understand why Li Dao would not think about it anymore. After all, he was not a saint, nor was he so great as to be like the common people of the world.

Shangguan Yan and Little Dou Zhu easily entered the city, but when they reached the city gates, they were stopped by the city guards.

”Stop, you're not allowed to enter the city!”

A soldier with a saber hanging from his waist stopped Li Dao, and the rest of the soldiers had unfriendly looks in their eyes.

”Why don't you let me enter the city?” Li Dao asked gently while holding the sword.

The surrounding commoners looked at Li Dao in surprise. There was no other reason. Li Dao's current appearance was truly unsuitable to appear in public.

He wore a tattered white robe, and his body was covered with bloody scabs. He looked even more miserable than a beggar.