Without further delay, they rode the wind together. After two days, they descended into the market city. As soon as the market’s grand formation opened, the Han Family cultivators hurriedly approached and called out for their family head.0

“Daoist, please take a look! This is our Tu Liu Market.” Han Shizhen ignored them, falling half a step behind Li Xizhi, smiling as he introduced the place in a soft voice, “Daoist, please follow me to the main hall for a short rest while I inquire about the whereabouts of those rogue cultivators.”0

Hearing this, Li Xizhi furrowed his brows slightly and sensed something amiss. He followed Han Shizhen into the grand hall and took a seat at the side. Han Shizhen took two steps back, exited the hall and his smile quickly faded.0

A burly man stepped forward with a heavy expression. Han Shizhen spoke in a low voice, “What did those men say...0