Just as Lii Xiaolan expected, the Yin Talisman Sect's Great Marsh Hall at the entrance of Mule Street was already crowded with over a hundred martial cultivators dressed in combat gear, each radiating an impressive aura.
In the distance, many spectators had gathered, but these common folk were clearly intimidated by the martial cultivators, not daring to approach and only watching from afar. Lin Xuankong squeezed through the crowd, observing the martial cultivators for a while before walking towards them with a hopeful expression.
"Brother Lin, come quickly!" a voice called from the roadside.
Lin Xuankong turned his head to see Old Zhang, who sold meat pies, on the other side of the street. Old Zhang was quite the shrewd businessman, always setting up shop wherever a crowd gathered!
