People flowed endlessly along the street: some carried shoulder poles on their way, some drove ox carts to deliver goods, some urged donkeys pulling freight carts, and some stopped to haggle with small vendors.
With Zhang Xiaofan's inn as the center, houses lined both sides in neat, orderly rows.
From time to time, cultivators could be seen streaking through the air on magical treasures. Squads of soldiers patrolled the streets every so often, while disciples dressed in Ghost King Sect attire crossed through on inspection rounds as well.
Listening to the conversations between the stallholders and their customers, they were actually buying and selling items related to cultivation.
Wen Min, Zeng Shushu, and the others were all dumbstruck. When they had come the day before yesterday, they had been in a hurry to find Wu Dayi and the others and had not paid attention to the situation in Sanfu Town. Now that they had time to come in again today, it felt somewhat unreal.
There had never been a place where so many cultivators had gathered before, and it had even formed a market for cultivators.
And this was only a street Wen Min and the others had chosen at random. This street had been specially planned out by He Dazhi for those cultivators. The other streets were far more ordinary, filled with common folk.
"Senior Brother Wu and the others really are insanely talented!" After a long while, Zeng Shushu murmured in admiration.
"Senior Sister! This place really is..." a disciple of Small Bamboo Peak said by Wen Min's ear, actually unable to find the words to describe what she was seeing.
"Immortal Masters!" Just then, a soldier came running up from behind, panting for breath.
Wen Min and the others all turned to look.
"By order of the