While walking, Kyrian also noticed something else.
The average quality of the cultivators.
It was terrifying.
In Red Smoke City, where he had arrived less than a month ago, Core Formation experts were respected. They were elders. Group leaders. People others bowed to.
Here?
They seemed ordinary.
Kyrian crossed paths with several of them. Many. More than he could count.
They walked through the streets like anyone else, buying, talking, and laughing. As if they were normal people.
Those in the Spiritual Awakening Realm, the same level as the four leaders he had killed at the volcano, were also common.
Kyrian counted at least thirty within only a few hours of walking.
Thirty experts who, in any other small city of the Northern Region, would have been important figures.
Here, they were simply a few more faces in the crowd.
None of them even bothered hiding their energies. Their spiritual pressures were visible, almost flaunted.
