"Wow! The imperial capital is a lot different than I imagined." Peng Zhao whispered.
The Dust Valley sect had arrived at the Imperial Capital for the Assembly Summit.
They settled inside a ten-story hotel.
Since their arrival, the disciples couldn't help but look around. They would have left the hotel to roam the street to check out everything if not for the strict command from the sect master.
Still, that didn't stop the disciples from sitting in twos and threes in the lobby to talk about the imperial capital.
Everything about them emanated that they were country bumpkins.
"I barely saw ordinary people on the street. The weakest were at the Peak of Mortal Rank." Another disciple said, her voice filled with awe.
On the third floor, Zou Mei stood by the window and looked down at the bustling street.
Her face was filled with shock and yearning. She thought she was a one-in-a-generation talent but looking at the crowd.
She realized she was nothing special.
