The eight great cities surrounding the Taoist Mysterious Sect, to the north is Kan City, where at this moment, a large green arrow pointed straight to the city center.
Li Cheng's eyes shone with delight; finally, another disciple that met the requirements!
Feng Wanli, who was pressing for the last line of the poem, saw Li Cheng staring at Kan City with a smile, and shook his head slightly, "This is Kan City, nothing interesting there. Let's continue with our poetry problem!"
Despite being dozens of miles away, Li Cheng could clearly see the streets lined with vendors bustling with people, a scene of extraordinary liveliness.
Countless fluctuations of spiritual energy filled the city, all emanating from the goods sold by the vendors.
"With the Great Hundred Sects Conference fast approaching, I bet the prices for those heavenly and earthly treasures they're selling are much higher than usual, right?" Li Cheng asked.
