The city ahead was festooned with lights, and even from afar atop the mountain, it was exceptionally beautiful. Approaching it, however, revealed its immense scale.
The city walls seemed to go on without end, and their height was surprisingly tall.
From Zhang Fei Xuan's perspective, the city gates were at least thirty feet high!
Tall, wide, and majestic.
Even the city gates themselves were grand, and there were no soldiers guarding them. Three long queues, orderly moving forward, lined the road leading out from the gates.
Among these people, there were merchants with their carts, families of three with their hand-drawn carriages, some in tattered clothes, and others tall and muscular.
"Big Senior Brother, what should we do?" asked Zhang Fei Xuan.
In the presence of such a grand city, aside from Lingdang who laid quiet within the Huang Feng, the other three showed some hesitation.
