Tao Mian dragged his disciple forward to join the crowd.

In front of a dilapidated mansion, blue-robed cultivators were coming and going in pairs, each carrying a large brown wooden box filled with clothes and old books.

A haughty young cultivator stood at the entrance, dressed more finely than the young men doing the moving, suggesting his higher status.

He held a booklet in one hand and a pen in the other, seemingly taking inventory.