With demi-god-level soul power, following someone was as easy as breathing for Lin Qi.
The red-faced brute hurried along in panic ahead of him, even crashing into early-rising pedestrians several times. Those who had to get up so early were naturally not refined gentlemen and ladies. The people he ran into cursed and tried to reason with him, but the red-faced brute merely glared at them fiercely and drew the dagger at his waist to give them a little scare, making them obediently move aside.
After charging along like a rampaging bull for quite a while, the red-faced brute finally arrived, panting heavily, at a street on the southeastern side of District DC that reeked of nouveau riche extravagance as daylight fully broke.
'Golden Lark Street'!
Lin Qi stood at the entrance to the street, his spiritual power closely following the brute. His gaze swept over the street name on the signpost, and he could not help curling his lip. This street must have been built in recent years. Back when Lin Qi had been knocking about Berely, this place had still been an ordinary residential district.
Now, it had become a broad, clean avenue paved with pale yellow flagstones that gleamed like gold beneath the sunlight. A small fountain stood at the street entrance. A ring of prized green tulips imported from the Harlan Empire surrounded a lark cast from pure gold. The head-sized lark shimmered with a faint magical glow, preventing petty thieves from laying their hands on it.
Two rows of ornamental plants had been planted along the street, but they had apparently not been there for long. They looked no different from saplings. Without several decades of growth, there was nothing worth seeing in them.
Which of the streets where Berely's great nobles and wealthy merchants