When the village woman saw him, the smile immediately vanished from her face. With deep wariness, she set down the food and hurried away with her child.
The town magistrate smiled at him. "Please don't take offense, immortal. Our town has hardly ever seen cultivators. Everyone has suffered terribly in these troubled times, so strangers frighten them."
Chi Yu smiled naturally. "It's all right. By the way, have any demons been causing trouble around your town? We're disciples of the Chan Sect. We came down the mountain to train by slaying demons. If there are any, we'll certainly spare no effort to eliminate them and keep this area safe."
The magistrate pondered for a moment. "Demons? There are certainly a great many. Though the Wasteland is rich in spiritual energy, it also breeds many demons. I hear the Eastern Mirror Continent is the friendliest place for mortals, but unfortunately, it's too far away. Even if we spent our entire lives walking, we mortals could never reach its borders. It's much easier for you cultivators. With flying swords and Flying Boats, you can cross between two continents in a few days. How enviable."
There was a slightly sour note to his words, but Chi Yu understood. This world placed far too much emphasis on the strong preying on the weak, leaving no room at all for those without strength. The truth that those who fell behind would be beaten found its fullest expression here.
Chi Yu had no idea what to say to that. When mortals couldn't cultivate, it certainly couldn't be because they didn't want to. More likely, they lacked the ability or the opportunity.
Though cultivators were as numerous as hairs on an ox, there were also many mortals who could never even reach the threshold. They were the