Chương 227: 227 Daoist Muhuang

Gu Yang and his companion followed behind Steward Han, maintaining a certain distance.

The cultivator whose body seemed like it might spawn a monster at any moment had a cultivation level of the Mana Realm.

Through another perspective, Gu Yang could see that his internal energy was violent and chaotic, as if it could explode at any moment, yet sustained a strange balance.

It seemed more sinister than the energy of the corpses refined by the Nether Sect.

If they had encountered this creature in the wild, Gu Yang would have drawn his sword and killed it without hesitation.

Once inside the city, Gu Yang looked around.

The houses were very old, with broken parts hastily repaired.

There were many simple huts made of wood and thatch, looking disordered and resembling a slum.

The pedestrians on the street, ordinary individuals without cultivation, seemed normal.

However, the cultivators, from their looks to their mental states, gave off a very eerie impression.