As Chu Feng drew closer, he could feel the prosperity of Seven Star City even more keenly. The broad city gates teemed with people, shoulder brushing shoulder.
The vendors' cries, the neighing of carriages' horses, and the yells of constables directing traffic blended together into a thick, bustling street atmosphere.
There were also warriors carrying all kinds of weapons. Some wore long swords at their waists, others carried long spears on their backs, and there was even a burly warrior shouldering a Xuanhua Great Axe. His imposing presence was fierce, and one glance was enough to tell that he was no ordinary man.
By comparison, Chu Feng, with the Mò Dāo on his back, was utterly inconspicuous. The constable merely gave his travel document a quick look before letting him into the city.
Inside the city, carriages streamed back and forth. The broad streets were wide enough for six carriages to travel abreast, while most of the buildings on either side were three- or four-story structures packed tightly together, stretching all the way to the edge of sight.
Chu Feng took out the secret manual Li Zhenshan had given him and pulled a letter from inside.
This was not the letter meant for his daughter, but one written to Chu Feng. Several large characters were written on it.
"Brat, don't open this until you reach Seven Star City. No cheating..."
"That old man must have arranged everything long ago..."
Looking at the vigorous, powerful strokes on the yellow paper, Chu Feng felt a sudden ache in his heart. Then he pretended not to care, sniffed, and opened the letter.
Li Zhenshan did not say much about his own past. He merely wrote that when his daughter had gone to Seven Star City to study martial arts, she had married the