Qin Fengming was also quite surprised. Back then, he had arranged a hiding place for the Qin Family and protected it with a formation. Activating that formation was very simple—even mortals could do it.
But he had not dared to set the formation up around the Qin Family.
Now, as soon as they entered the town, they sensed wisps of an extremely faint restriction aura along the streets. Qin Fengming's brows immediately furrowed.
Although he had not investigated many commanderies on the continent, Qin Fengming was certain that no matter how enormous a commandery city was, it would never contain restrictions.
This was clearly a mortal town. Even Qin Fengming, in his current state, would not risk incurring the wrath of the entire world by setting up restrictions in such a town.
The reason was simple. First, cultivators fundamentally did not take mortals seriously. Second, even if cultivators had grudges against one another, they would not pursue the matter against a mortal clan from which their enemy had originated.
After all, the members of those mortal clans might already be descendants several generations removed from their enemy.
Slaughtering the members of a mortal clan would not shake their enemy's state of mind at all. Such a useless act—who would waste time and effort doing it?
Zhang Hong glanced at Qin Fengming. Seeing him standing motionless in the street, with a strange, almost demonic glint flickering in his eyes, he felt somewhat puzzled. But he did not speak and simply stood quietly to one side.
Qin Fengming remained standing there for half an hour.
This was the city gate entrance. Although it was already midsummer, the sun blazed fiercely and the heat was oppressive. Even so, people still streamed through the bustling town. Seeing two strangers standing in the street, everyone