The town defense wall stood over three meters high. Walking along the wall were guards, and the lowest among them were Intermediate Core Refining Warriors, while there were many Golden Core Experts in their ranks.
Beneath the town wall lay a massive gate with a long queue. Most of the people were clad in armor, while a few dressed in ordinary clothes carried baskets on their backs.
Among the line were Mo Jian and his group. Standing in front was Broken Blade, dressed in ordinary cloth.
Mo Jian kept his gaze fixed on the guards' movements. He noticed that each person paid a certain amount each time they passed through.
"Huh! Thank the heavens, they aren't checking any form of identification." That had been his greatest concern, but now he did not have to worry.
Just then, he heard Broken Blade's voice in his ear.
"Young master, each entry requires one high-grade spirit stone."
High grade!
