Chen Yan had seen not only Martial Spring Realm cultivators in the city, but more than a dozen Qi Sea Realm cultivators as well.
He had considered extending his spiritual sense to thoroughly investigate just how many Immortal Cultivators there were in Forgotten River City, and how high their cultivation realms reached.
But he had restrained himself.
Who knew what the situation on the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent was? If some Immortal Cultivator in the city whose cultivation far surpassed his own detected his probing spiritual sense, it might bring him entirely unnecessary trouble.
Chen Yan's gaze remained on the Martial Spring Realm cultivator dressed in a gray-blue Daoist robe.
The man looked to be in his forties. After stopping beside the street, he first swept his gaze over the passing crowd, then took a deep breath.
"Three-year-old Golden-Foreheaded Azure Ox! First-realm spirit beast! It can plow fields and pull carts—you won't lose out if you buy it!"
That was right.
This dignified Martial Spring Realm cultivator had led the azure ox onto the streets of Forgotten River City to sell it.
Several passersby gathered around after hearing his cries. Some wore the Daoist robes of Immortal Cultivators, while others wore the cloth garments of ordinary mortals.
They gathered beside the azure ox, examining the sheen of the spirit ox's coat and reaching out to feel its horns.
Most, however, merely took a look, joined in the bustle, then turned and continued on their way.
After a while, a gaunt, stooped old man in coarse cloth clothes approached.
Chen Yan glanced at the old man and saw at once that he was merely a mortal.
The old man then stood beside the Golden-Foreheaded Azure Ox and examined it for a while.
Seeing that the old man had lingered before the spirit ox