The town of Black Reed lay three thousand miles from the imperial capital, pressed between low mountains and a winding gray river that reflected the sky like dull steel. It was not marked on most official maps. Caravans reached it only if they were seeking something specific. Ordinary travelers had little reason to pass through.
Yet among cultivators and merchants who dealt in rarities, the town carried a quiet reputation.
Its wine was unmatched.
Ethan arrived at dusk.
He did not travel with banners or escorts. His robes were simple. His aura was restrained to the level of an ordinary human. The streets were narrow and paved with uneven stone. Lanterns had begun to glow beneath wooden eaves, casting warm light onto the drifting evening mist.
He walked without hurry.
The information provided by the system had been concise.
[Spirit Sovereign, peak realm.
Age unknown.
No sect affiliation.
No public disciples.
Resides in Black Reed Town under civilian identity.]
