Jiang Feng was observing everyone here, eager to know how many cultivators the Emperor of the Great Tang had drawn to station in the Imperial City.
Among the cultivators in the market, there were about forty to fifty, each accompanied by several Innate Realm experts serving them.
Some needed spirit grass, some needed spirit medicine, and some even crafted their own spirit medicine to sell in the market.
Jiang Feng couldn't decipher which factions these people belonged to. Their actions seemed more like those of loose cultivators, and Jiang Feng had an illusion that the spiritual power of these cultivators didn't seem pure.
Weaker than the aura of the Snowy Owl.
The two elderly cultivators who emerged from the Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall were actually outstanding among this group of people.
