The imperial city's southern district market.
After the hour of Chen, it was already packed shoulder to shoulder.
On both sides of the bluestone road, the medicinal fragrance from pill shops, the scent of copper rust from artifact studios, and the sweet aroma of spirit fruits shouted by stall vendors intertwined. The sounds of cultivators haggling rose and fell without end.
The Jianyi and Zhou family juniors wandered together.
"As expected of the period near the Wuhua Grand Assembly. Compared to when I came here with Father back then, it is more than several times livelier."
Jianyi Mingxian glanced around and spoke calmly.
"It is indeed lively. Looking around, almost all of them are late-stage Qi Refining cultivators," Jianyi Mingqing said.
