Shangwu City.
Fang Xing slightly altered his facial features, making him even more like a gentleman of jade-like elegance. Wearing a slightly faded green robe, he carried a half-worn bamboo book basket on his back as he walked through the city gate.
"Halt, where's your pass?"
Near the city gate, several soldiers lazily spoke.
Fang Xing could tell that these soldiers were all quite capable, and their current laziness was akin to a tiger taking a nap, preserving their strength. Moreover, there was someone who appeared to be the captain, whose eyes were like a hawk, scanning every person entering the city.
'This Great Zhou Divine Dynasty indeed has abundant martial virtue…'
His mind moved, and he handed over his identification and travel permit.
"Fang Yun, a native of this province, a disciple of miscellaneous studies, currently on a study tour?"
The soldier glanced at it and saw that the description on the paper was not just similar to Fang Xing, it was exactly the same.