After spending so much time with Xu Yi, it had become hard for Huang Mei to miss what he was really thinking.
Of course, if Xu Yi was up to no good, Huang Mei knew that he, honest and kind as he was, would still fall into the trap set by that fool.
Xu Yi snorted and scolded him. "Stop coming up with rotten ideas. We'll take it one step at a time."
The dark teal city walls soared into the clouds. From nearly ten miles away, the vast city came into view.
A man in green uniform wore a deferential smile as he spoke to Xu Yi, who stood at the bow of the flying dragon boat. "Exalted One, this is Chang'an City, the largest city in Eastern Continent. As far as I know, it is also the largest city in all the Four Continents. The city is full of scholars, and the literary spirit here is flourishing. I understand that you, too, are a man of letters. The fine verses and celebrated works you composed in Northern Continent have already reached Eastern Continent, where the young talents of our age have praised them to the skies. This humble official has long admired you..."
The speaker, a man in green uniform, was an escort official from Eastern Continent's Ministry of Rites.
Eastern Continent was hailed as the fertile soil of the Divine Land. The Imperial Orthodox Bloodline flourished there, the Emperor's authority remained undiminished, and Confucianism and Buddhism thrived side by side in the Cultivation World.
Its top powers included White Horse Temple of the Buddhist faith and Qinglu Academy of the Confucian Sect. The two were much like the Ancestral Court and the Church of Western Continent, except they were not constantly at odds with each other.