Jiang Lu led the group into the market, where cries of hawking rose endlessly from all around.
"Come take a look, have a gander—cheap prices!"
"Boss, that's a bit expensive. Can't you lower it?"
"Everything's on sale! Come take a look—"
"Boss, a bowl of noodles."
"Coming right up!"
"Honored guest, come on in~ Are you stopping for a meal or staying the night?"
"..."
Jiang Lu and the others walked through the crowd, bright-clothed youths on spirited horses, drawing frequent glances from everyone around them.
Jiang Lu was already immune to it. After all, people were merely looking. With magical artifacts on their backs and upright, imposing figures, they clearly were not people ordinary folk could afford to provoke.
Naturally, no blind fool came looking for trouble with them.
"Junior Sister Jiang, look."
Lu Lingfeng pointed toward a notice board not far away.
The group squeezed closer and saw what was written there.
"Last night, a gentleman of this residence stole a treasured object from within and vanished. Whoever sees this man and reports his whereabouts will receive a reward of fifty taels of silver upon success."
Jiang Lu softly read the notice aloud.
Beside it was, unmistakably, a portrait of that evil cultivator.
Apparently, they had discovered the evil cultivator's disappearance. A fifty-tael reward was quite generous.
It seemed the Qi King knew what he was capable of. The only question was whether the Qi King knew that they drank the essence and blood of humans.
"Let's go. We're buying horses in the market." Jiang Lu merely glanced at it a few times before stepping back and speaking to the others.
"Why?" Liu Qingqing asked.
Jiang Lu glanced at her and took a deep breath.
"Senior Sister Liu, isn't using spiritual power to travel a little too extravagant?"