At the city gate, Qing Muling looked around with his sword and saw a group of cultivators watching from afar, but they all retreated and dared not provoke him.

The nearby indigenous guards glanced at him and ignored him. As long as there was no fighting in the city, they would not interfere. After all, the city gate was not within the city area.

Qing Muling shouldered his beast skin bag and walked lightly through the city gate. From this moment on, he considered himself temporarily safe.

All indigenous cities and settlements strictly prohibited any conflicts involving foreign cultivators. This was an iron rule that had been in place since ancient times. Anyone who caused trouble would not only attract the attention of the powerful indigenous beings, but also be hated and even expelled by the world, losing the chance to enter the secret realm again.