"Why isn't this person wearing a mask?"
"His clothes are so strange…"
Zhao Yu walked on the streets of the city, attracting the attention of many pedestrians.
Compared to the coarse cloth clothes worn by the aborigines, Zhao Yu's clothes and mental appearance were much better.
"Don't be nosy. It might be Lord Imperial Demon…"
Someone wanted to remind Zhao Yu to wear a mask, but he was quickly stopped by his companions.
Imperial Demons had the power to kill ordinary people. It was common for them to kill ordinary people when they encountered a Imperial Demon with a strange temper.
As a result, no one dared to talk to Zhao Yu, regardless of whether he was a real Imperial Demon or not. They even distanced themselves from him.
Zhao Yu watched as he walked. From the reactions of the people, he basically confirmed what the three herb gatherers had said.