The streets of Xiandu were naturally bustling.
It seemed to be evening, and fashionable young men and women were coming and going, shoulder to shoulder. Here, flying was prohibited which caused the pace to be extremely slow, and people could only move forward in small steps.
Jiang Ding realized that, like himself, the other two women were also quite unaccustomed to such an environment.
Too close.
Each person was less than half a meter apart from the next, a distance far too narrow for Foundation-building cultivators, not nearly meeting a cultivator's basic need for personal space.
"It's somewhat abrupt."
