At this moment, Han Li had already stepped down from the transportation formation, swaggering straight towards the main gate.
Meanwhile, a white light flashed again in the transportation formation, and two more figures emerged, unexpectedly a white-bearded elder and an unusually ugly old woman.
Several guards, under the lead of the Golden Guard, immediately approached them.
Han Li ignored all this, exited the hall, soared into the air, and flew towards his residence.
Within the streak of light, he sped forward while his spiritual sense probed out, constantly sweeping around.
Tianyuan City was evidently much quieter now compared to when he left. Apart from the patrols of guards, there were rarely any ordinary Loose Cultivators wandering the city streets.
These patrolling guards were noticeably several times more than before and would generally stop and question most passing cultivators before allowing them through.
