Sighing, Jiang realized that between the Central Plains and the Demon Domain, there was a long buffer zone, a lawless land filled with chaos, where evil spirits thrived and over half of the fugitives wanted by the Cultivation World gathered.
It was quite possible that a random kick to a roadside beggar could reveal an Evil Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, wanted for decades. That's how ridiculous the place was.
Surprisingly, the two sisters really crossed over to this side.
Leisurely, he walked around the corner to the front door of his home.
The sky was pitch dark, and two plain paper lanterns hung at the door. Inside them, instead of candles, droplets of condensed Spiritual Energy emitted a faint glow.
If Jiang Feng got home late, the women on the mountain would leave a lantern on to light his way home. Rubbing his sore eyes, he reached the door and found it slightly ajar, not fully closed.
He gently pushed it open and walked through.
