The carriage slowly entered Divine Capital City.
Jin Mingxuan curiously opened the carriage window to observe the scenes outside. The streets were bustling with noise and crowded with people, forcing the carriage to move at a slow pace. Of all the cities Qing Yu had passed through, none had ever surpassed the prosperity of this place.
Jin Mingxuan glanced outside a few times before retreating back into the carriage, muttering, "I thought Northern Zhou Capital City would be something different, but it turns out it's just more of the same."
Qing Yu couldn't help but give a wry smile. Jin Mingxuan was not really saying that Northern Zhou Capital City was mediocre or overrated. The prosperity of Divine Capital was the extreme of what Qing Yu had seen in the world for over a decade. Perhaps, only Daqian Imperial City, Tianjing City, which he had never seen, could compare with it.
