They entered Plum Town at noon, when cooking smoke curled through the streets. It was still a thriving town, with plenty of carriages coming to invite its "Daoists" out to perform rituals. Mules and horses were everywhere, and their hooves had worn the yellow earth until it shone.
Not even a wisp of dust rose from it.
There were no swaggering thugs here, either. The town seemed quite orderly.
A single Witch Altar was enough to support all these people.
Lin Feng and his party entered the town. The three Xu Daoists beside him were panting, utterly drained.
It was not just their stomachs that were empty.
Their Dharma Essence was depleted, too.
Even their minds felt hollow.
Although they had eventually mounted horses, the jolting ride had done nothing to spare them the mental strain. If this continued, the three ritualists might well die of exhaustion.
"Find an inn. Let's have a meal and rest."
Lin Feng spoke as he surveyed his surroundings, looking perfectly composed. Even before entering town, he had felt that he had been "discovered," that he was being "watched."
He had been noticed.
Plum Town was different from the other counties and villages.
There were mountains and rivers not far from Plum Town. The "ecology" along their route had been thriving, with tigers, snakes, and giant alligators often causing trouble. Around Plum Town, however, there was nothing of the sort.
None of these creatures had become a menace here.
That did not necessarily mean the local feng shui was good. This was the site of Daoist Liang's Witch Altar. Since he had already been discovered, Lin Feng openly used [Qi-Observing Eye: Soul-Shocking Glance] while still outside.
The game always had a few pleasant surprises in store!
Like now.
With a single glance, Lin Feng saw