Mastering A Thousand Arts From Infancy

As the carriage moved down the crowded street, the Demonbeast horses seemed subdued in their harnesses. In the Song Manor, they were unafraid of anything. They could strut around proudly, feeling a natural superiority.

However, here, in their home, they felt a deep, innate fear and could only walk timidly. 

Since they were foals, they had been able to sense the auras of many powerful Demonbeasts, with one faint aura that was far more oppressive than the rest. Even the slight trace that was present in the air was enough to make them feel restless and flighty. 

As they grew up, this feeling had only grown more intense. Upon sensing the faint aura, they could not help but feel the reverence that was natural when a weak beast met the king of the forest. 

Within the carriage, Mo Seris was looking outside of the window, scanning the streets for familiar faces. He did not think much of Song people, but within the Mo Family, he was always seeking opportunities to form and deepen social relationships.

Within the Estate, there were many assistant stewards, but there were only so many stewards. Any openings that appeared were quickly filled.

In order to make that leap, it required both merits and connections.

For this reason, Mo Seris was always trying to brush shoulders with powerful Mo people. At the moment, however, he did not see anyone of importance in the crowd.

He was not surprised.

They were in one of the less frequented marketplace plazas of the Mo Estate. Most of the important figures never left the inner parts of the Estate. If they were to be found in a marketplace, it would be one in the central market.

As Mo Seris gazed out, he could not help but admire the sight.

The large businesses in the marketplace were towering structures with aesthetic appeal. The houses were constructed with an orderliness that pleased the eye. 

They were in a minor marketplace, but it was still much more ostentatious than any place that could be found in the Song Manor. This felt natural. How could a second-rate family compare to any part of a behemoth like the Mo Family?

In the nearby residential areas, there were fewer courtyards and gardens than there had been in the inner ring of the Song Manor, but there were more training yards.

This further demonstrated the superiority of the Mo Family. After all, training yards promoted the work ethic of the younger generation.

When Mo Seris looked to the distance, above all the tall buildings, a massive fountain in the shape of a double-headed wolf loomed from afar. It was the centerpiece of the central market.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Seris suddenly caught sight of something familiar. He turned his head abruptly and confirmed the person's identity.

Mo Gorbo, a captain with cultivation at the peak of the Second Layer and strength equivalent to a dozen men. In the outer marketplace, he could walk with his shoulders held high. A Martial Warrior who was at the First Layer, like Song Horo, would only last for a split-second in front of him.

Currently, Mo Gorbo was on patrol and dressed in his standardized Mo warrior robes, a sword hanging at his side as he strolled around the marketplace.

Mo Seris had once met him at a social gathering. They had been introduced to one another, and afterward exchanged some perfunctory remarks.

According to social standing, he was exactly the right target for Mo Seris to befriend. The captain was held in a bit higher esteem by the Family than an assistant steward, but not so much that the gap was insurmountable. 

However, Mo Seris looked up to Martial Warriors and was insecure around them. In that moment, partially due Mo Gorbo's Second Layer cultivation, he froze. He was torn between his desire to befriend the captain and his unwillingness to leave the carriage and have the interaction.