Early morning, with faint mist and the crowing of roosters.
As people gradually filled the streets of Jinzhou City, vegetable vendors and fruit farmers pushed their carts to the fair.
"This should be the place, it's more reliable to get a demon cultivator to find someone."
A deep purple-robed elderly man chuckled lightly.
With white hair and a disheveled look, he did not seem eye-catching; nevertheless, passersby couldn't help but look at him.
That's because an unsettling feeling emerged whenever they walked past him.
Consequently, people around him chose to avoid him, keeping a distance of several meters.
The purple-robed elder didn't care about the surrounding gazes, as he walked steadily through the streets, passing the inner city and finally arriving at the nearby commercial district, bustling with various industries.
He stopped in front of a shop, glanced at the spotless Huai's pawnshop sign, and clucked his tongue: