In one of the eight states of the Central Continent, was a small almost remote town with a population of several thousand people. Both mortals and low-level cultivators live here, with the cultivators following the Emperors orders of not involving the common mortals on the surface, but would go against them in the shadows.
The Emperor’s power might be great, but his influence would stretch too thin if he had to deal with the small-time cultivators in these semi-large and small towns. So there were cultivators that would do despicable things to the common folks in dark, not fearing any consequences.
There was a four-story Inn somewhere on the outskirts of the town’s center. In one of the rooms on its third floor, Li Shen could be seen sitting cross-legged in a meditative state.
Suddenly, a knock came from the front door that echoed throughout the room.
Li Shen swiftly opened his eyes and stared at the door with a cautious expression.
“Who is it?”