They were now in the town of a foreign land, and Yan Wugui felt that something was amiss.
"Hey, the people here seem weird, don't they?" He leaned toward Lu Mingshu.
"Do you mean that they are zombies?"
"Pui!" Yan Wugui looked at her in disgust. "Are you trying to scare me?"
Lu Mingshu looked back at him with the same expression. "I'm just joking, what's there to be afraid of?"
"…what I meant is that their cultivation seems different from ours."
Lu Mingshu nodded. She realized that too. Most of the people in this town were normal citizens. By their expressions and clothing, it was obvious that they didn't lead a good life here. On the other hand, they met a small group of cultivators. Their clothing looked exquisite and noble.
What was weird was that the cultivators in this world all had marks on their faces or foreheads. Some represented a beast, while others represented fire or water.
