A day and a half later, the immortal ship finally flew to Kunxu Ancient City.
Jiang Ping'an stood on the forward deck of the immortal ship and gazed out. He saw Kunxu Ancient City crouched magnificently at the foot of the Kunxu Mountain Range, its city walls piled from dark-gold divine stone, rising a hundred zhang high. After weathering wind and rain for hundreds of thousands of years, they still towered as loftily as they had in the beginning.
Within the city, halls and pavilions stood in staggered layers, Primal Qi surged like a tide, and ancient array patterns faintly flowed across the stone walls. The streets were broad and straight, shops stood in dense rows, and pedestrians moved like woven threads. The City Lord's Manor at the center of the city was even more imposing, with upturned eaves and interlocking brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, fully displaying the depth and majesty of an Eternal Famous City.
At that moment, a group of people flew out from Kunxu Ancient City and came forward to meet the immortal ship.
"Wang Rufeng, third steward of external affairs of the Wang Clan, greets Young Master Jiang." The middle-aged man in the lead brought the others in saluting Jiang Ping'an as he spoke.
Jiang Ping'an nodded. "So it is steward Wang Rufeng of the Wang Clan's external affairs. I have long heard of you."
"I dare not accept that," Wang Rufeng said. "Our Wang Clan has basically withdrawn from Kunxu Ancient City. Young Master Jiang, please follow me and the others into the city to receive Kunxu Ancient City."
"Thank you for leading the way," Jiang Ping'an said.
Wang Rufeng turned and led the others flying back to Kunxu Ancient City, with the immortal ship following behind.
After entering the airspace above Kunxu