Han Li sized up the soldiers. Although they didn’t possess spiritual power fluctuations, they were full of vigour. It seemed they had trained in some shallow martial arts, but what caught his eye the most was the cylinder. There was actually such a wondrous item that could differentiate cultivators from mortals.
Han Li couldn’t help but take another look at the cylinder.
Wang Changqing saw this and gave Han Li an explanation with a smile, “That is a spirit plate. It allows us mortals to identify who is an Immortal!”
“Spirit plate?” Han Li was somewhat surprised to hear this, but he immediately thought of the palm sized jade plate embedded in the cylinder and faintly nodded, not saying anything further.
Han Li then detachedly watched as the carriage traveled on the white stone street towards the center of the city.
There were countless pedestrians on the street, coming and going without stop or rest. The deeper they went into the city, the livelier it became.
