Black Stone Mountain.
It was much livelier than Mo Lin expected.
It seemed unaffected by the evil spirits' invasion.
There were still people running businesses here.
People moved back and forth along the streets.
However, the inhabitants of Black Stone Mountain gave off a dirty impression.
Just a glance at their clothes showed they hadn't been washed in a long time.
And, as the Gen Family Business mentioned, there were indeed many evil cultivators.
Mo Lin only needed a glance to identify many evil cultivators here.
Evil cultivators were the type who kill without hesitation.
They use human lives for cultivation; Mo Lin had contact with such people before.
"Young man, you're from out of town, aren't you?" asked a woman who looked like an old granny.
"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.
Distinguishing Mo Lin as an outsider was simple; his clothes were clean, his hair unstained.
The difference from local Black Stone Mountain people was evident.
