Atop the Skystorm Ark, Liu Tianfeng narrowed his aged eyes as he glanced down at the cultivators below. His gaze only paused momentarily at City Lord Wei Xian before eventually focusing on the establishment's door that his spiritual sense failed to penetrate.
As a Void Refinement Stage cultivator, such a space should be effortless for him unless… the establishment has been equipped with peerless spatial enhancements.
"Is that the place in the rumors?"
Liu Tianfeng's voice softened, but the weight of his presence pressed harder against the cultivators below, like a mountain settling on their shoulders.
Wei Xian and the Core Formation Elders found themselves being pushed down from mid-air.
Meanwhile, the divine talisman in Liu Tianfeng's hand briefly shone, as if Taihao was responding to his question. "A store. A merchant stall. And these are its customers? Zhongzu, what do your senses tell you?"
