Since Master and Qing Jun had said they needed to deal with some matters first, Jiang Lin found it inconvenient to accompany Bing Qing to her residence.
As for Little Fatty, he also had to report to the sect's base in Ten Thousand Mile City, so Jiang Lin could only walk the streets of Ten Thousand Mile City alone.
Without Master and the others accompanying him, Jiang Lin found it much more convenient to observe the local customs and conditions of Ten Thousand Mile City.
Otherwise, if Master and Qing Jun were by his side, the people of Ten Thousand Mile City would be the ones watching him.
Besides, quite a few of the young women in Ten Thousand Mile City were flat-chested, but their long legs were exceedingly perfect, and they wore short skirts that barely reached their knees. Jiang Lin felt that if Master and the others were beside him, he definitely wouldn't even dare sneak a glance.
Apart from the girls in short skirts, everything else Jiang Lin saw on the streets of Ten Thousand Mile City also left him rather astonished.
Although he had long heard that cultivators were everywhere in Ten Thousand Mile City, seeing it with his own eyes still took some getting used to.
Ten Thousand Mile City had mortals and cultivators, with the ratio between them basically fifty-fifty. This was something never before seen in the mortal world.
Even when a certain sect borrowed a mortal town to hold some grand ceremony, with contestants and guests coming to visit, the ratio of mortals to cultivators was at most seven to three.
Moreover, in the mortal world, when ordinary people encountered cultivators, they were all extremely awed, afraid of offending these immortal bigshots, or secretly hoping that the immortal bigshots would take a