Dragon River Prefecture! Qing Yun City!
Lin Bai stood atop the spirit boat, watching it skim over the mountains and forests of Dragon River Prefecture. At last, a magnificent city appeared ahead.
Countless martial artists streamed in and out of the city, coming and going without pause.
"Qing Yun City—we're here!"
At that moment, the spirit boat from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion landed outside Qing Yun City instead of entering the city.
After landing, the steward of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion said, "The Central Sacred Nation has its rules. No spirit boat may appear above a city. Moreover, every city in the Central Sacred Nation has an extremely formidable aerial-restriction formation. Unless you're an eminent official or noble, it's impossible to fly into a city."
"So we can only stop outside the city. Qing Yun City is right ahead. It'll take you all less than half an hour to reach it."
"The Central Sacred Nation may be a sacred land of martial dao, but this place... is also exceptionally dangerous. Please be extra careful!"
"The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion has escorted you all this far. If fate allows, we'll meet again in the martial world!"
"Please, go ahead."
After the steward of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion came out and said his piece, all the martial artists clasped their fists in thanks before jumping off the spirit boat and heading toward Qing Yun City.
"Ah, we're finally here. Let's go." The Slovenly Old Man opened his bleary, drunken eyes, stretched lazily, and jumped off the spirit boat. Hugging his beloved wine jug, he headed toward Qing Yun City with a beaming smile.
Lin Bai also silently disembarked and headed toward Qing Yun City.
However, this time, Lin Bai followed behind the Slovenly Old Man, walking step by step toward Qing Yun City.