A group of cultivators from out of town had arrived near the Yao Dynasty capital. As they entered, their humble attire, optimized for fighting, had drawn strange looks from the residents of the inner capital. The inner capital consisted of people who worked for the government, individuals close to power, servants, and craftsmen catering to the tastes of the empire's elites. When people from other parts of the empire arrived, they stood out like sore thumbs. Wang Feng and the rest were perfect examples of those sore thumbs.
Wang Feng and his group of cultivators stepped into a clothing shop, attracting curious glances from the well-dressed customers and the elegant clerk behind the counter. The shop brimmed with luxurious fabrics, exquisite garments, and accessories befitting the elite residents of the inner city. Shi Hong approached the clerk, attempting to ignore the stares.
