After leaving the Affairs Hall and completing the registration, Lin Bai strode into the vast streets of the imperial capital.
The streets of the imperial capital were broad and expansive, with shops lining both sides and crowds constantly streaming past.
Compared with other cities, the imperial capital was even more prosperous and bustling.
Powerful warriors riding rare spirit beasts and flaunting their strength through the streets could be seen everywhere.
There were also many local snacks along the roadside, making people's mouths water.
After arriving in the Chu Kingdom, Lin Bai had obtained a great deal of purple gold by slaying many warriors.
The consecutive teleportations during this period had consumed quite a lot of purple gold, but there was still more than five hundred thousand taels of purple gold in Lin Bai's Storage Bag.
Was five hundred thousand taels of purple gold a lot?
Very much so.
Five hundred thousand taels of purple gold was enough for a peak Dao God realm warrior to live comfortably in the imperial capital for ten years.
The reason Lin Bai had so much purple gold was that the warriors he had slain were basically all Dao God realm warriors.
The wealth of a Dao God realm warrior was exceptionally substantial.
After walking through several streets, Lin Bai had several packages in his hands. He was also holding a sesame-oil dumpling, which he popped into his mouth.
"Fortune-telling, fortune-telling, fortune-telling..."
By the roadside, a white-haired Daoist sat at a fortune-telling stall.
He glanced over and spotted Lin Bai passing in front of the stall. He hurried out and called, "Young master, young master, wait."
Lin Bai froze. He tossed the sesame-oil dumpling into his mouth, pointed at his own nose in confusion, and asked, "Daoist, are you calling me?"
The Daoist smiled broadly.