Chiron had to admit that this was a breathtaking sight for him.
He had lived in the rural regions of the Chikitsa clan for so long that he had nearly forgotten the beautiful sight of high-raised buildings.
Now, he really felt like he had entered a fantasy book.
As much as he appreciated the sight, he was looking forward to what he could achieve in this place.
After all, with all the other clan members of the other clans that had come for the gathering of the sword games, the Chikitsa clan had barely 15 thousand people altogether.
Most of which he was not even the reason for their deaths. Most had died as a result of the unforeseen in his plans.
However, one look at this place he could tell that this capital city alone had several hundred thousand people.
This was a real thriving society.
And it stared at him like a ripe fruit about to drop from its tree.
Chiron could really not wait to pluck it.
As excited as he was, the expression on his face was still plain.
