Walking into the city, Chen Chen felt the dense spiritual energy, but it was only about the same level as that of Mount Wufeng in the lower realm.
Clearly, the Sandstorm City belonged to the border of the upper realm. Otherwise, the upper realm would seem too lame.
There were seven or eight cultivators on the street nearby, most of whom were fancy foreigners. Their cultivation levels ranged from the Foundation Establishment realm to the Nascent Soul realm.
Chen Chen silently observed, his heart full of curiosity about stepping into a new world.
"System, where is the most handsome person within a thousand-meter radius?"
"According to the aesthetics of the human race, the host is the most handsome. According to the aesthetics of the blue-bloods, the person a hundred meters in front of the host is the most good-looking... According to the aesthetics of the red-flame race..."
