Summit Farmer

Peter Brown was studying his Heavenly Dao Technique in the inn, while also adjusting his Body Refining Technique. Now he needed to appear as if he was at the Third Level of Body Refining.

After a day, when Peter Brown stepped outside, the teahouse was already abuzz with discussions.

By this time, Peter Brown had realized he didn’t need to worry about the Harrison clan. The two deceased members of the Harrison clan were newcomers here, even if they found out he was the one who sent them in, they probably wouldn’t inform the family, nor would they have time to do so. Additionally, Peter had erased their imprints, making it even more unlikely for anyone to associate him with the incident.

Sipping on tea, Peter reviewed the entire situation once more. He confirmed that he had transferred the imprints to others. The two members from the Harrison clan had arrogantly pursued the people without notifying their clan. Given their pride, they presumably wouldn’t mention this incident, as they viewed it as simply capturing a sealed individual.

Thinking about this, Peter’s lips curled into a smile; he had made the situation more complicated than necessary, and there was no need to worry so much.

Indeed, as Peter listened to the whispers of the people around him, he felt even more assured. The focus of everyone’s attention was on the large hole created by the Heavenly Disaster, and hardly anyone was paying attention to the Ruin Market.

Peter thoughtfully calculated the distance between his location and that place, nodding silently; it was quite a distance. If an ordinary cultivator tried to fly there desperately, it would take considerable time. At their speed, they might have only covered half the distance, while the families had already received notifications and were conducting thorough investigations everywhere.

"Waiter, I’ve been in closed-door cultivation for a while. Can you tell me what’s been happening outside?"