He quickly came to his senses and swept his gaze around.
At that moment, all the cultivators who had entered Fule City seemed to have been gathered on this street, whether they had experienced the Stage Illusion Realm or not.
There are too many eyes here. I mustn't let anyone realize I'm the one who obtained this Numinous Treasure. Possessing a treasure is enough to make an innocent man guilty-there'll be no end of trouble!
The thought flashed through Cui Jiuyang's mind like lightning. He closed his hand, silently gripping the Mountain-Tapping Hammer tightly in his palm.
When he slowly opened his hand again, the tiny hammer had vanished without a trace, as though it had never appeared.
Having done all this, Cui Jiuyang imitated the others, looking around in feigned bewilderment as though nothing had happened.
Everyone exchanged looks, their faces wearing the same confusion and wariness.
They found that this was merely an ordinary street in Fule City, with nothing unusual or mystical to distinguish it from anywhere else.
Beneath their feet lay a smooth blue flagstone road that wound away in both directions.
An intersection was visible in the distance, but where the roads led beyond it was entirely unknown.
Just as everyone stood at a loss, unsure what to do next.
A lively, bright-looking child of about six or seven, with exquisite features and a topknot sticking straight up, appeared around the street corner. Holding a skewer of bright red candied hawthorn berries, he skipped down the road straight toward them.
At the sight, everyone raised their guard.
Many cultivators had entered Fule City this time, with varying levels of cultivation, but none had looked like such a young child.
They recalled hearing that many fanatical believers left behind by Hu Third Great-Grandfather lived in Fule