The True Heart Dao is the most righteous of the righteous sects among the orthodox sects.

Night fell, but the splendor of Shendu, the capital, did not fade with the darkness. Instead, beneath the glow of countless lamps, it became ever more dazzling.

The lights of the night market wound like a dragon. Shops hung up lanterns, voices surged like a boiling tide, and the bustle was extraordinary.

Shendu's streets were broad, with vendors' cries rising and falling one after another. Most eye-catching of all were the variety performances. Xiao Lingyue looped her arm through Xiang Yuan's and, watching an acrobat swallow swords and breathe fire, gasped along with the crowd.

No other reason—just showing support.

It was already February, and the flavor of the New Year had faded. Xiao Lingyue had been in Shendu for more than half a month, spending every day at Xiang Yuan's side without once mentioning returning to Unrivaled Palace for secluded cultivation.

Cultivation was cultivation wherever one went. Guarding this great medicine that was the man she loved was far better than sitting alone in Unrivaled Palace.

Taking ten thousand steps back, if she did not cultivate with this great medicine, some demoness would.

With his hands in his pockets, Xiang Yuan strolled the streets alongside Xiao Lingyue, reflecting that whether he had transmigrated or not made no difference—the steps of dating were the same in every world.

On the street, quite a few young masters from wealthy families wore splendid robes and carried folding fans, wandering leisurely in groups of three or five. Every now and then, a few would be struck dumb by Xiao Lingyue's beauty, stop in place with tears in their eyes, and curse that a flower had been stuck in a pile of cow dung.

This was Shendu. If a signboard fell from overhead and hit ten people, at least half would be surnamed Xiao.