The city bustled with activity, a stark contrast to the desolate wasteland surrounding it. Cultivators of various races and factions thronged the streets, their voices creating a cacophony of sound. Stalls lined the walkways, displaying a dizzying array of goods—weapons, armor, talismans, herbs, and even strange artifacts Yun Lintian couldn't identify.
Many eyes followed Yun Lintian and Qingqing as they navigated the crowded streets, their gazes filled with a mixture of curiosity, envy, and greed. Sensing their ill intentions, Qingqing instinctively moved closer to Yun Lintian, her small hand gripping his tightly. If these people didn't know about her terrifying strength, they would think she was afraid of them.
