The three of them were visiting Mingxuan City for the first time, so Zheng Jin took on the role of guide. Fortunately, the Kin-Seeking Talisman's reaction was quite strong this time, indicating that the person was within a hundred li. Yet after being trapped for several months, Mingxuan City's condition was far worse than Pill Fragrance City's. Though there were still a few scattered figures on the streets, every one of them looked panicked, like startled birds at the mere twang of a bowstring.
And those were all cultivators. As for ordinary mortals, they had not seen a single one.
Yet the four of them could sense countless eyes watching them from the shadows, carrying malice both veiled and blatant. It was clear that this city stood on the brink of collapse.
"We're here. This is the place."
As he spoke, Chunchou raised his head to look at the plaque. It was actually a spiritual plant trading center, but its former greenery was gone, and the place now wore an air of gray decay. "Why does it feel like there's no one here?"
"This place used to be so bustling that there wasn't even room to set your feet down." Zheng Jin had once been brought here to broaden his horizons. Back then, he had not yet tested his Spiritual Root, but he could vaguely sense that those spiritual plants did not regard him warmly. "Who would have thought it would be so empty now?" Revisiting an old place, one could not help but feel sentimental.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Zheng Jin was right. Though the place was large, it was empty, with nowhere for anyone to hide. Since the spiritual plant trade had declined, there was not even a gatekeeper left. There were a few basic