It was the year's end again, and the commandery city bustled with voices, its streets and lanes flourishing.
Dust and clamor filled the markets, spilling through thoroughfares and alleys.
It was an eye-opening sight for Tian Ming'an, who had never visited the commandery city before.
"What do you think of this city?" Jiang Sheng asked with a smile.
Tian Ming'an replied, "Master, I find it very lively, and especially densely populated."
"Yes, where people gather thickly, turmoil is inevitable. How much incense power could a great city with so many inhabitants provide that River God?" Jiang Sheng gazed at the endless stream of carriages and horses before him.
The incense power generated each year by a million people was undoubtedly a staggering amount.
Heaven only knew what earth-shaking undertaking the being at the bottom of the Taiping River intended to accomplish with so much incense power.
Taking a visiting card from his sleeve, Jiang Sheng handed it to Tian Ming'an. "Ming'an, deliver this for me. Tell them I will visit the Cha Family tomorrow."
"Yes, Master." Tian Ming'an accepted the card and soon disappeared into the crowd.
The Cha Family was Dongjun's only Purple Mansion Realm Aristocratic Clan, so it occupied the finest location in the city.
Its estate stood on the broadest street in southern Dongjun City, with the family alone occupying the entire street.
The whole estate was extraordinarily imposing, with beast-headed gates, vermilion buildings, carved balustrades, lofty halls, and secluded courtyards. It was even grander than the commandery governor's official residence.
As members of Dongjun's strongest Aristocratic Clan, the Cha Family's disciples possessed a natural arrogance. Even the four cultivators guarding its gates were in the middle stage of the Qi Refining Realm.
As the seat of the Cha Family Lineage, this street rarely saw Rogue Cultivators.