"Let's go." Lin Ming exchanged a glance with Zi Yan, then took the lead in shooting forward.
Lin Ming's body swayed slightly, and he transformed into a streak of dark-black light that launched from the mountaintop. He moved so quickly that, at the instant he borrowed force from the rocks beneath his feet, fine cracks spread through the stone.
Zi Yan followed close behind, lightly and swiftly gliding across the sky like a divine bird spreading its wings.
North King and Xia Jia hurriedly circulated their spiritual power and followed. Four streams of light cut a clean path through the chaotic radiance outside West City, finally merging into the overwhelming flood of light and descending onto a broad street within the massive city.
Upon entering the city, a heat wave mixed with countless different auras rushed toward them.
Shops lined both sides of the streets, with all manner of signs densely hanging above their entrances. Some sold spirit medicine, some sold weapons, and there were even several establishments bearing signs that read "Intelligence Trade," with long queues stretching outside.
The streets were packed shoulder to shoulder with cultivators in all kinds of attire, speaking dialects from every region. Some laughed and chatted loudly, some whispered conspiratorially, some argued red-faced over something, while others silently hurried along with their heads lowered.
The entire West City was like a boiling furnace, gathering, stirring, and churning together all kinds of people from the Sky Luo Continent.
Lin Ming's group found a Wine Pavilion to settle in. It was a three-story wooden building, elegantly furnished within. The first floor was an open hall with scattered tables, the second contained semi-enclosed private rooms, and the third held guest rooms for lodging.
The owner was a lean middle-aged man. The moment he saw Lin Ming and