Along their journey, they saw countless groups, large and small, all making their majestic way toward Black Tortoise Peak.
This grand event only happened once every seventy years, making it a truly rare spectacle. Even Shangguan Shiyu couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity. As Qin Li watched the river of people, he was suddenly reminded of the major cities in his past life. 'Isn't this just like rush hour?'
At the thought, he gave a wry smile. He could never go back to that place. The only person he worried about was the old Taoist priest, and he had no idea how he was faring now. Other than the old priest, Qin Li had no other attachments to that world.
After all, a world like the Celestial Essence Continent was the only true soil for someone like Qin Li to thrive in. Here, the one with the biggest fist was the boss!
'I like it!'
