Seeing these beings, Lingdang's smile grew wider, and the eyes of the other three grew even more profound.
Those close to the inner city, or those who were outright from inside it, were quite strange.
These people's fleeing speed was much faster than those from the outer city, and of course, it wasn't just the speed.
"This body is stronger than yours, Second Brother.
Wang Qizheng couldn't help but sigh as he watched a person hurrying away in panic.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhang Fei Xuan said discontentedly, "I am a cultivator."
"So what if you're a cultivator..."
Wang Qizheng, pointing at the fleeing person, noted that as they ran, their hair flew back, looking exceptionally thick.
"Cultivator, you don't have as much hair as they do."
Zhang Fei Xuan: "..."
The person looked young, at most middle-aged, with an agile figure and swift movements. Although somewhat panicked, their physique was not bad.
