A young man with sandy hair, dark green eyes, and deeply tanned skin walked down a back country road. The hard packed dirt was not simple, it was fused by powerful formations so that it would not deteriorate over time and keep beasts away that had not yet gained sentience.
It was more than wide enough for carriages going both ways and still room for people to walk. The old wooden staff in his hands spoke of long use and anyone judge youth by appearance would be a fool.
The young man walked with ease and confidence. The few with him at the moment only nodded but there were no indications of maliciousness coming from him.
A rogue cultivator was often associated with banditry or other acts in the past but no longer. The 6 Elemental Epoch had been unprecedented peace and even a random rogue cultivator was no longer seen with disdain.
