The town’s streets were narrow.

Shops lined both sides of the road, selling iron tools and medicinal herbs of every kind.

There weren’t many people out. Most were ordinary townsfolk dressed in rough cloth garments. A few wandering cultivators moved among them, but their cultivation levels were low—at most, True Immortal Realm Level Two.

Every one of them watched Jared and the others with guarded eyes.

In a remote place like this, strangers always stood out.

Jared walked over to an elderly woman selling vegetables and cupped his hands politely.

“Ma’am, we’re wandering cultivators just passing through. We’re looking for a place to rest for the night. Is there an inn in town?”