The last few days had changed what the capital city looked like. There were signs of festivities, and today, it exploded in full force. There were stalls of every kind, including merchants who filled out theirs with cultivator merchandise. I don't know who this Big Axe Xiong was supposed to be, but he looked strong.
On the four plazas in the capital, the image of a man stood, created from mists. He had broad shoulders and a squarish face that screamed military man. His sharp gaze and furrowed brows, with the dutch-styled beard he wore, created an air of wild charisma and power. The image moved not, like a video being paused, it too hovered there staring at the horizon.
While the group perused the stalls, I went to the sword dancer and asked, "Oh yeah, sister An, when will the Spirit Sword Sect arrive?"
