The old single horse carriage drove toward Dongyi. As the catkins gradually decreased, people gradually gathered together. Fan Xian and the Shadow silently watched the scene with uneasiness. Perhaps the Shadow was deeply moved, but Fan Xian was shocked by the sights reflected in his eyes.
No wonder Dongyi was the biggest city in the world. It covered a vast area. The two-person carriage drove for a long time through the city but was still very far from the agreed upon place. All along the way, they saw buildings of all colors mingled together and bustling people crowded among them. Goods from all over the world gathered here. Countless accents rang out on the streets. Countless people wearing different kinds of clothes were bargaining and using a sign language unfamiliar to Fan Xian.
