After leaving the Crooked Mouth Dragon King, Chen Yi had Fire Dragon deliver invitation letters to the others, while he used a Teleportation Scroll produced by the City Lord's Mansion of the City of All Heavens to travel there himself.
More than twenty years had passed. The City of All Heavens had yet to recover to its peak scale, but compared to the ruins after the great war, it was practically unrecognizable.
Plague Elves patrolled the streets from time to time. Although the main combat force consisted only of Bi Jiu and his two disciples, ordinary matters did not require those three guards to intervene. The Plague Elves were more than enough to handle them.
One should not overestimate the combat strength of the Myriad Worlds. Compared to the strong, the weak were far more numerous.
It could be said that sixty percent of the citizens in the entire City of All Heavens were below Tier 2. Some were simply ordinary people.
They haggled over a single Copper Coin.
They carried their home planets' specialties around, trying to sell them everywhere.
When hungry, they ate the flatbread they had brought with them. When thirsty, they drank rainwater. When tired, they went outside to the cheap rental districts to sleep.
In these people's eyes, a squad of Plague Elves not even at Tier 4 were already unimaginable experts—humanoid nuclear bombs.
Yet those Plague Elves, experts beyond imagining in their eyes, all saluted Chen Yi when they saw him.
"My lord."
Chen Yi nodded casually.
Ningguang and the others had arranged everything here very well. There was no need for him to worry about anything, and it did not matter if he gave up a little profit.
After watching Chen Yi leave, the Plague Elves' eyes flickered.
This man was nearly Rank