While his true body remained seated inside the tavern, Emery's divine sense extended far beyond its walls, linking seamlessly with all three shadow clones at once.
The first clone stood near the edge of the city's central square, allowing the endless tide of people to flow naturally around him. Half-bloods and hybrids dominated the streets, while ordinary humans were noticeably fewer.
By sheer population, Draconic Prime could not rival Golden City.
Yet the atmosphere felt denser.
Golden City welcomed anyone through its gates, from ordinary civilians to Supreme cultivators. Draconic Prime, by contrast, admitted only those who had reached the Magus Realm or beyond. Every person walking these streets possessed real cultivation, and that single restriction gave the bustling city an entirely different presence. The pressure of so many powerful auras gathering in one place made the crowds feel far larger than the actual numbers suggested.
