With no other option, I had to buy some dry rations and set out, planning to figure things out once I arrived. If all else failed, I could just become a rogue cultivator. I decided to tag along with a caravan transporting goods; these convoys were large and populous, which offered safety. Besides, I had never heard of any cultivator robbing mortals. The only drawback was the slow pace.
I am naturally outgoing, so I quickly hit it off with the caravan guards, calling them all "brother." These men, who spent their lives on the road, were quite chatty and enjoyed spinning tales and boasting.
I would offer them a look of admiration every now and then, and soon I was right in the middle of their group. They took a real liking to me, treating me like a younger brother. It helped that I was good at flattery; I knew how to stroke their egos and go along with what they wanted to hear.
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