The city was huge and extremely prosperous. Its bluestone-paved ground was flat and broad, wide enough to accommodate several carriages, and the streets crisscrossed one another, with rows upon rows of houses and shops visible on both sides.
As Lin Xuan walked, he looked around, and surprise soon appeared on his face.
Because, in the city, he had actually discovered no small number of immortal cultivators.
Along the way, in just twenty minutes, he had run into seven or eight of them.
Although these fellows' cultivation was pitifully low—most of them seemed to be only at the first or second level of the Spirit Movement Stage, and the strongest was no more than mid-stage Spirit Movement—seeing them mingling with mortals like this still made Lin Xuan feel somewhat strange.
One had to know that in You Province, even Rogue Cultivators rarely involved themselves with the secular world. Most cultivated bitterly in deep mountains, hoping for a chance to be noticed by a cultivation clan or sect; that way, they could ascend to the heavens in a single step.
And those mortals staying together with cultivators were actually calm and composed, showing no sign of shock at all. The only difference was that immortal cultivators seemed to possess privileges within the city.
Lin Xuan discovered that no matter whether they ate at restaurants or stayed at inns, they did not need to spend silver.
It seemed that disguising himself as a mortal had been somewhat overly cautious. Lin Xuan laughed self-mockingly, and in an inconspicuous place, he slightly adjusted his Qi Concealment Technique, making himself look as though he had roughly mid-stage Spirit Movement cultivation.
Then Lin Xuan walked toward a teahouse in the city.
Though this teahouse was made of wood, it was grand and imposing. It was divided into