Entering the City

Wangxian Town, the City Lord’s Residence.

Even now, people were still streaming past the residence gates. Even if no new “Shen Qingyun” appeared, they waited there full of hope.

The guards in regulation armor stared coldly at the crowd, their eyes utterly impassive.

Shen Qingyun took a deep breath and stepped forward.

“Name,” the guard asked without looking up.

“Shen Qingyun.”

“Put your hand on it.” The guard pointed to a black stone disk beside him, covered in strange patterns.

Shen Qingyun did as instructed, gently placing his palm on the strange black stone.

In an instant, the patterns on the stone’s surface slowly lit up as if alive, finally emitting a circle of soft white light.

The guard glanced at it, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes, but quickly resumed his bored expression and waved casually. “Go in. Find the steward and get your bedding.”...