However, no matter who they were, everyone displayed an expression of genuine joy that came from deep within. Yet, what was even more terrifying was that this state of mind seemed to be cast from the exact same mold.
"I don't sense any fluctuations of Magic," Ma Tian'Er whispered.
Wang Meng nodded. He hadn't noticed anything amiss either, but it was precisely this lack of anything unusual that made him feel a profound sense of suppression.
Ever since they entered the city, every single person they encountered had greeted them with a smile, acting like paragons of perfection. But as the old saying goes: wherever there are people, there will be conflict. Even Cultivators and Immortals had their various grievances and disputes. Yet here, it was as if everyone were a saint. Let alone conflicts, not a single person even made a strange face.
