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This winter.
Central Capital without snow.
Many meat fields have kept Central Capital warm at all times.
There's scarcely any ordinary farmland left, all grain is transported from outside.
And the powerful figures gathered here are countless.
Grab anyone off the street, you might grab a Sixth Grade or Fifth Grade; quarrel with someone in a tavern, and you might find connections to a Fourth Grade.
Here, even a dragon must coil, even a tiger must lie low, powerful figures from outside must first learn to lower their heads upon arrival.
Yet in the bustling city, suddenly there was the clamor of gongs and drums.
"Make way!!"
"Make way!!"
Strangers along with locals hurried aside, allowing the busy marketplace to clear out, letting that ostentatious procession pass through.
On both sides of the procession, stood many knife-wielding martial artists, each emitting a fierce aura, clearly individuals not to be trifled with.
The outsider quietly asked the local.
