In the Imperial City of the Fire Cave Dynasty, a hint of coolness still permeated the sweltering heat.
It possessed the dynasty's only massive, self-contained water source; a Spiritual Spring flowed around the royal palace.
The Imperial City's terrain was high in the center and low at the edges. The surrounding buildings clustered like stars around the moon, protecting the royal palace at its heart.
As Bai Mo walked along the main road, he saw Tan Long, the man who had hosted him before.
The local strongman and his sworn brothers were now clad in armor, patrolling the city.
Upon seeing Bai Mo, they immediately came forward to greet him.
"Haha, the immortal masters have finally arrived! The Son of Heaven is in the palace!"
He laughed heartily, but then his tone suddenly shifted.
"Immortal Master, have you seen the Old Duke?"
"We couldn't find him, which is quite frustrating. We were hoping to get better acquainted."
Bai Mo felt a little embarrassed.
