Besides that, most of the surrounding houses were incredibly low and utterly dilapidated.
The streets were strewn with densely packed figures, and more figures leaned against the walls around them.
Their faces were vicious, their eyes bloodshot.
Yet every one of them bore injuries, large and small.
The moment Ye Lin stepped inside, those savage gazes fell upon him.
Those countless stares carried viciousness, greed, and scrutiny.
"If you use those filthy eyes to look at me again, I'll gouge them out one by one."
As soon as he spoke, quite a few of the gazes withdrew.
After glancing at them, Ye Lin headed deeper inside.
Demonic Cultivators?
Before absolute strength, let alone Demonic Cultivators—even if you were anything else, it would make no difference.
After making a round of the place, Ye Lin gradually lost interest.
This city seemed to be nothing more than a gathering place for Demonic Cultivators.
Other than that, it had no other noteworthy features.
After observing it carefully once more, Ye Lin completely lost interest.
This was simply a gathering place for a bunch of old, weak, sick, and crippled Evil Cultivators.
There was nothing else here.
Just as Ye Lin was about to turn and leave, the battered gates in the distance slowly opened. An old man in a black cloak emerged, carrying an oil lamp.
The old man's face was covered in dense wrinkles. He slowly turned to look at Ye Lin.
"Young man, come in and have a talk."
The old man revealed a mouthful of large yellow teeth and chuckled, then carried the oil lamp back into the room.
Seeing this, Ye Lin looked around before finally stepping forward.
The furnishings inside the room were exceedingly simple.
There was essentially only a wooden table and two wooden stools, with nothing