After all, with a Nascent Soul cultivator in town, unless one is an enemy, otherwise they wouldn't provoke easily.
As the flying boat continued forward, they finally saw traces of cultivators over the sea.
Spirit ships, caravans, and the hunting cultivators and mortals.
Occasionally, there was escape light flashing by, and this scene made the pride of the Seven Countries cultivators dissipate, leaving their expressions filled with solemnness.
This place was no longer the Seven Countries, no longer a place where a Golden Core cultivator was considered an ancestor.
"Old Lin, look quickly, the physique of mortals here is robust, far surpassing those in the Seven Countries."
As they entered the inner sea, mortal ships became more numerous, and these fearless mortals worked together to hunt sea fish, aided by a few cultivators at the bow.
"These mortals seem to have practiced some body refining techniques."
