"Nonsense, this is Chang'an City, what monster dares to cause trouble here without fearing death." The boat captain glared at the burly fisherman and huffed.
"Then what's going on?" The burly fisherman, slightly calmed, asked again.
"Judging by the situation, there must have been an Immortal Master using magic underwater just now." The captain took a deep puff of his dry tobacco, and amidst the cloud of smoke, he slowly explained.
"An Immortal Master! Is he still here? Let's go and meet him. Maybe we could get some life-extending immortal pills." The eyes of the big fisherman brightened as he looked around the boat.
The other fishermen were doing the same thing.
Although there were many cultivators in Chang'an City, they could only be approached by some superior people. They were all poor and common people, and they still held high hopes for cultivators.
