Liang Hui looked indifferent, casting a glance at the youth.
With a single thought,
the chariot came from afar, arriving in front of him.
The young man jumped onto it, and the chariot turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.
...
Wuzai City, the capital of the Divine Dynasty.
In just five short days, it had gone from desolation to prosperity.
From the mass exodus of common folks to the arrival of numerous strong figures, it was vaguely referred to as the premier city across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
When the news that the Golden Corpse Sect had submitted to the Divine Dynasty spread, along with the suppression of its various subordinates by Qingcang,
Wuzai City reached a pinnacle of flourish in an instant.
Outside the city, the human flow was like a woven fabric, filled with the noise of clamor.
Until a chariot raced through the sky and came to a halt, all sounds suddenly fell into silence.
