The Imperial Capital was now packed to the brim. Nearly every inn and restaurant, large or small, had been filled. Aside from accommodations reserved in advance by powerful factions, there was basically nowhere left to stay.
"Up ahead is the residence prepared for your Heaven One Sword Sect. The Imperial Capital is crowded, and there isn't much space left, so it's a little small. I hope you'll excuse us," Prince Jin said unhurriedly, casually pointing at a dilapidated courtyard in the distance.
One glance was enough to tell that the courtyard was a civilian residence, and one belonging to a poor, small household at that. It was crude and rundown. Forget the Heaven One Sword Sect—no third-tier cultivation faction would stay in such a place. It was far too humiliating.
"Prince Jin, we came in goodwill to attend the Central River Empire's millennium celebration. Is this how you treat your guests?" Mu Chen asked coldly.
Mu Yunshu would consider the disparity in strength between the two sides, but Mu Chen, who was wholly absorbed in alchemy, cared nothing for that. The moment he saw this wretched little courtyard, fury surged within him.
"Mu Chen, you aren't the only ones attending the millennium celebration. The Imperial Capital is already full. Do you think this is your West Creek Continent, where you can find a place whenever you please?" A voice suddenly rang out as a middle-aged man approached through the air with a cold sneer.
"Whose dog is this? Why did it come out to bite people at random?" Mu Chen glanced at the middle-aged man and said disdainfully.
The newcomer was at the great perfection of the Mahayana stage and wore a purple-gold robe somewhat similar to Prince Jin's, though not exactly the same. Moreover, he had clearly arrived by