A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. After so many weeks surviving only on food pills, practical and efficient but terrible, he truly missed food. Real food.
Without wasting time, he left the courtyard and walked toward the city streets. But the moment he left the residential district... He stopped.
Because the city had changed. Completely.
Kyrian stood there for a few seconds, observing. The streets were crowded, far more crowded than before. Thousands of people walked in every direction.
Merchants shouted offers in hoarse voices, musicians played exotic instruments Kyrian had never seen before, and cultivators discussed the events of the festival excitedly.
Colorful banners hung from the buildings, red, blue, and golden, each bearing different symbols. Spiritual lanterns illuminated street corners with lights that changed color, and decorative streamers stretched across the streets from building to building.
