The towering city walls coiled like a dragon lying dormant upon the land, a truly monumental achievement. Within, the streets bustled with traffic, painting a picture of peace and joy as a ray of sunlight bathed the entire street.
The Imperial City of the Celestial Martial Country was unmatched in its scale and prosperity throughout the nation.
"Young Master, I'll be taking my leave now," said Jie Jiachun.
Wen Qingye nodded. "Go on."
Jie Jiachun had his own social circle in the Imperial City of the Celestial Martial Country. Since many of the Pill Masters knew each other, he planned to visit some old friends. Meanwhile, Wen Qingye had to head to the location he had arranged with Nie Qinglan, so the two parted ways for the time being.
South City, Yiyun Pavilion.
Wen Qingye gazed at the pavilion's name above the entrance and slowly walked inside.
"May I help you, Young Master?" a middle-aged man standing at the entrance asked, looking at Wen Qingye with some confusion.
