On Guan River Cloud Island, Flying Boats gathered in droves, and people came and went.
A wide river flowed slowly, running straight through and also winding around the massive Cloud Island.
However, it was shrouded by an Array that imbued it with streams of cyan sealing power, preventing Cultivators from obtaining the Jar Grass within.
This was because the festival had not yet begun.
The core area of Guan River Cloud Island was even more packed with people.
The flow of people was like a colony of ants, densely packed together.
Seen from high above, the sight was enough to make one's head spin.
Fortunately, Fang Yang and his group had a special status, so they didn't have to squeeze through the main thoroughfares.
They were allowed to rest inside a building, waiting for the Guan River Festival to start.
"There are so many people. Even Cultivators from the Silver Tribe don't have seats here."
