Of course, for the people in the martial arts world and some wealthy and powerful individuals, this regulation might as well not exist.
For martial artists, many of them consider "the world as their home," and the local authorities can't manage these drifting folk; and for the rich and powerful, the local authorities are too busy ingratiating themselves with them, so why would they bother them over such trivial matters? Besides, even if these people were caught red-handed, a little silver could easily make the problem go away.
Only the ordinary common folk, like this traveling merchant, who rely on their own two feet and strength to lug goods north and south, must abide by this rule.
"Oh... so his name is Yu Qing," Sun Yixie said, as he stowed away the guide.
Xie Run was still puzzled by what Sun Yixie was doing, when Huang Donglai had already moved Lei Buji down from the stone hand and shouted, "Hey, come quickly, he's still breathing!"
