After entering the small city, the martial artists from all over the Qiankun Continent were guided by the people sent early by the Holy Land to the corresponding courtyards or inns.
Among those sent by the Holy Land to guide, there appeared a face that Duan Gujin was familiar with.
That person was none other than Cao Wentian, who had been pursued by Duan Gujin to be killed, but had ultimately managed to escape by luck.
At this moment, Cao Wentian stood among a group of disciples guiding from the Holy Land, his face smug, filled with smiles.
If Ruo Duan were here, he would definitely judge that Cao Wentian had now become a genuine Martial Monarch.
Recalling the hardships of these days, tears filled Cao Wentian's eyes!
"Do you think it was easy for me? To rapidly increase my cultivation, how much did I have to sacrifice! Every day I had to serve a bunch of old women! Every day I was in tears, every day I wept in my dreams!"
