Tushan Immortal City.
Jiang Ding opened his eyes. His divine sense swept in every direction, blanketing the entire immortal city as he made a simple assessment.
"Seven years."
"Without realizing it, seven years had passed since Tushan Immortal City was recovered."
He sighed softly.
The stifling gloom had lingered for years without fading. Perhaps it would take several more decades before he gradually grew accustomed to it, forgot it, and only recalled it once in a very long while.
As his divine sense swept across all of Tushan Immortal City, he immediately discovered the enormous changes within it.
The sprawling slums that had occupied nearly half the city were gone. The filth of excrement and rotten mud, the stench that had reached the skies, had vanished. In their place stood blue-brick houses and green tiles, shaded woods, and flowers blooming everywhere, never withering throughout the year.
Morning mists drifted hazily, golden sunlight shone at noon, evening clouds reflected upon people in the afternoon, and at night, night lotuses bloomed everywhere like lamps.
Though they were all merely first-tier spirit plants and also served as medicinal herbs, they could still be called breathtakingly beautiful. The scenery resembled a palace of flowers, and visitors came in an endless stream, most of them immortal cultivator couples.
"Not pretty."
"This city is way too effeminate."
Jiang Ding complained.
That was the consequence of having mostly women in power.
It lacked even a trace of the rugged, razor-sharp aura of sword cultivators. If one was not careful, one could easily sink into a land of tenderness and find it impossible to emerge again to struggle through hardship.
"What a pity. I'm a cold and heartless swordsman..."
Jiang Ding did not care about this and had no intention of correcting it. Skipping over the scenery, he