The turmoil from the sacrificial rites in Immortal Arrival City had just subsided, and peace quickly returned.
The city's cultivators, like those from Lanshan Mountain, had to hunt and make a living, leaving them little time to worry about anything else.
Whether for their cultivation or their future, few in the city had any time to spare.
Even Bai Mo's neighbor, the nightlife wastrel Sun Qiao, wasn't truly idle. Otherwise, he wouldn't be busy in broad daylight with dark circles under his eyes.
With such large crowds, who knew how many Demonic Cultivators were mingling within, moving about freely.
The Xuandao Sect Cultivators in the Mountain View Tower were truly unaware.
"Damn it all, when are they going to clear those people out and give me some peace?"
"They're a major sect, aren't they? Can't they pull out some real measures?"
Sun Qiao was filled with righteous indignation.
He had a decent relationship with Bai Mo, so Wei An was still very respectful toward him.
