Wang Lin coldly looked at the green-robed man. This man was at the mid-stage of Nirvana Cleanser. Although he was handsome, there was a hint of gloominess in his eyes. The two companions behind him were both early-stage Nirvana Cleanser cultivators, so there was something strange about where they were standing.
The two of them had already spread out when the green-robed man spoke and surrounded Wang Lin.
However, as Wang Lin looked over, aside from the green-robed man, the pupils of the other two early-stage Nirvana Cleanser cultivators shrank. They revealed nervousness and fear.
After withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin didn't even look at the man in green and walked to the old man's stall. The middle-aged man who had been bargaining with the old man had already moved aside. Not only him but the surrounding cultivators also saw the subtle change in this place and moved away.
The old man's expression was calm as he looked at Wang Lin.