At the center of the small town stood an inn.
It was a five-story-tall building. Though made of wood, it still seemed grand and imposing.
In front of the inn hung a conspicuous signboard with gilt characters: "Immortal Guest House."
Lin Xuan arrived not far from the inn.
This place was not run by ordinary mortals, but was an asset of Heavenly Eye Mountain. Most of the time, it was left unused, and only when the once-in-ten-years market opened would it be used to receive visiting cultivators.
According to that waiter, anyone who wanted to enter Heavenly Eye Mountain first had to come here to lodge and register.
Lin Xuan swept the area with his divine sense and, sure enough, discovered that eighty or ninety percent of the cultivators in the whole town were gathered here. Since there was a proper channel into the mountain, Lin Xuan naturally would not stir up needless trouble, and honestly walked toward "Immortal Guest House."
At this moment, he maintained his spiritual-power cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. In the cultivation world, everything depended on strength. If he concealed himself too low, he would instead easily run into walls wherever he went. Of course, if he did not restrain himself at all, Foundation Establishment Late Stage would also easily draw attention.
So, after thinking it over, Lin Xuan kept his magic power at the level of someone who had only just succeeded in Foundation Establishment.
Neither high nor low!
"Senior!"
Lin Xuan had only just arrived before the door when a youth in white came forward to greet him. He looked to be just over twenty, and his spiritual-power cultivation was not weak either—already at the fifth layer of the Spirit Movement Stage.
If it were another sect, this kind of worldly business