"Something's wrong with the city below?"
Wang Ba's heart jolted.
He could not help looking down.
This was the site of the Li Kingdom's Ghost Market, and every Ghost Market garrison commander was a cultivator at Nascent Soul Perfection.
More importantly, the Li Kingdom bordered Great Jin. This place was not even twenty thousand li from the Myriad Phenomena Sect.
It was simply unimaginable that something could have happened here.
But he did not doubt Li Yingfu's judgment.
Li Yingfu was a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator. He might not excel at Dharma Combat, but the acuity of his Divine Sense and the spiritual intuition honed through years of cultivation were far beyond what Wang Ba, merely at the Early Gold Core Stage, could match.
Thus, Wang Ba took Li Yingfu's perceptions quite seriously.
Li Yingfu nodded, looking down with a grave expression.
It was noon, and the bustling Li Capital seethed with voices.
There was no sign of anything unusual.
Although Li Yingfu's spiritual intuition sensed something amiss, he could not pinpoint the problem right away.
Lou Yi, Tao Ruyi, and the others exchanged glances, equally bewildered.
Only Wang Qingyang, looking utterly uncomprehending, suddenly asked in confusion:
"Didn't you say there was a Ghost Market here? Why haven't we seen any cultivators?"
"Hmm?"
Li Yingfu, Wang Ba, Lou Yi, and the others all froze, then their expressions abruptly changed!
Li Yingfu said in realization:
"That's right!"
"There are no cultivators!"
"And I can't sense any cultivators inside the city either!"
"Logically, even without a Ghost Market, the Li Capital should never be without a single cultivator!"
"Something must have happened inside the city!"
At these words,
Wang Ba's expression abruptly grew grave as well.
He looked at the city below.
His Divine Sense swept over it, yet he still