Sea City.
Just as before, a peculiar floral fragrance greeted him upon entering. The stone-paved roads were new, clearly replaced recently. The sprawling buildings on the mountainside still connected to the pillar of light at the very top.
The mark of the Yuqing Sect was visible everywhere in the city—on the signs of street-side shops and the armor of patrolling soldiers, for instance.
It was now noon, and there were no armed brawls on the main street. However, the clash of weapons could occasionally be heard from the dark alleyways. Yu Lian, nestled in the folds of Wang Ping's chest clothing, peeked out curiously from the cover of his collar, watching everything unfold in the shadows.
'Chaotic, yet balanced. It seems the Yuqing Sect has found a way to manage humans and demons living together,' Yu Lian mused. Compared to a century ago, she had become much more thoughtful.
