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Walking on the streets of the Divine Capital, whether it was the architectural style on both sides, the dress style of the pedestrians, or even their demeanor, it all evoked a feeling of being in Yujing.
He smiled as he strolled leisurely among the bustling crowds, occasionally observing the shops and stalls on both sides.
All kinds of goods were dazzling, and various snacks and delicacies were everywhere.
The pedestrians on the street wore lazy expressions, but those in a hurry were often outsiders.
You could spot the difference at a glance.
There were also martial arts experts carrying swords walking arrogantly in the streets and alleys, though most were City Guards.
Chu Zhiyuan felt the abundance of martial arts experts, and the grandeur of their aura.
Compared to the martial arts experts in Tianjing, those in Yujing and the Divine Capital were much more grandiose.
Obviously, the Martial Arts Sects in the Da Jing and Da Zhen dynasties were less oppressed.
