Yunxiao City was indeed bustling and vibrant.
After the enormous Flying Boat pierced through the clouds and soared over the continuous mountains, standing at the front of the deck, one could see the vast horizon ahead, where unbroken streets and buildings stretched all the way to the end of the skyline.
These broad streets crisscrossed in a clear-cut pattern, resembling lines on a chessboard that neatly divided the buildings and houses.
Li Muyang had never seen such a majestic city in this world before.
The small town of his native place, Jiuyuan City, had low and dilapidated walls where one could overlook the entire town from the city gate tower.
Yet the grandeur and scale of this towering city on the ground were no less impressive than those of the great metropolises of his previous life.
