The wine and food here were no ordinary fare. For cultivators, they could satisfy the appetite and offer some benefit to cultivation as well. Naturally, the spirit stones required would not be few.
Given the situation on the first floor of the inn, it truly was as Min Bufui had said—it was better to wait for the time being.
At this very moment, Min Bufui had already reached the city gate. With the gate in sight, he could not help quickening his pace.
A major event was about to unfold in the city. Once it did, if cultivators wanted to leave the city, those soldiers would never allow them to come and go as they pleased...
Entering the city was not easy, but Min Bufui found that the inspection for leaving was considerably simpler. After being checked, he quickly continued onward.
Min Bufui, having been allowed through, wore an unhurried expression. Passing through the gate tunnel and city gate, he walked out of Ghostsound City.
There were still quite a few cultivators leaving the city at dusk. Behind him, others also filed out through the city gate one after another.
Before long, Min Bufui blended into the crowd...
Kong Qianqiu, standing by the roadside, suddenly sensed an abnormality from the conch sound-transmission jade tucked within his broad sleeve. After quietly sweeping it with his Divine Sense, he swiftly glanced toward the inn.
Seeing that the man was still seated there and had not noticed him, Kong Qianqiu immediately looked toward both ends of the street before him.
The place where he stood was one frequently passed by patrol teams of cultivators from the Mosha Hall within the city.
He had deliberately chosen this location so Zhao Haiyang could see him. In truth, Zhao Haiyang had merely told him to keep