Unfortunately, Anji's Heavenly Eyes could only see the aura of those in front of her eyes. After setting up the sound cancellation and defence array in the two rooms, she tried to peek at the other cultivators through the walls. However, it failed miserably, and Anji was left to look at the dreary town from the second-floor window.
Unlike Silver Water Town, which sparkled everywhere, this town was divided between the brightly lit streets of corrupted riches and the dark alleys of the abandoned poor. No children were laughing or playing on the streets. Everyone looked nervous, and even those who were smiling appeared tense. It was a depressing town where the unlawful ruled with their tyranny. Why would there be an inn founded by a cultivator in this place? Anji could not understand. They did not do this for money either. The fees were market rates, and the inn was shabby as if nobody cared about the prosperity of their business. It was weird.
