Fang Hao had changed into a plain, nondescript Face and was wearing an inconspicuous blue cloth shirt. Blending into the bustling crowds of the Heavenly Capital, he felt like a drop of water merging into the ocean—at ease!
He looked left and right, finding everything fresh and new. Being at the foot of the Emperor's throne was truly different!
The street was wide enough for eight carriages to run side by side, and the shops on both sides were increasingly grand, selling everything—Spiritual Plants, Medicinal Pills, Magical Artifacts, Talismans... it was dazzling.
Of the people walking on the street, seven or eight out of ten carried fluctuations of spiritual power. Although most were low-level Cultivators at the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment Stage, the sheer number was staggering.
"Damn, it's lively!" Fang Hao sighed internally. This was infinitely better than that backwater corner of the West Province.
