Zhao Sheng walked down the square, strolling casually along the main thoroughfare of the city.
Under the scrutiny of his Divine Sense, the buildings on both sides of the street were also filled with people, who moved about only within the confined spaces, rarely venturing outside.
After walking a few miles, Master Jiu Chi spoke self-satisfiedly, "How about it? This old man didn't lie to you, did he? The Spirit Clan's moral demeanor is a hundred times more noble than the filthy and despicable Human Clan."
"Where are the Cultivators? Have they all been executed?" Zhao Sheng asked abruptly.
"Hehe! Those above the Foundation Establishment Realm are locked in the Forbidden Prison, and the majority of the rest, after being implanted with spirit prohibitions, are thrown into the spirit mines to mine. The undersea mines near Dragon Head Island are rich in resources, so it's also a way of recycling waste," replied the old man.
Having heard this, Zhao Sheng contemplated in silence.
