Yang Province's Prosperity, All Spies

Li Qing silently observed the whole of Yang Province City. Its prosperity far surpassed every city he had ever seen.

Most of the buildings here were only two or three stories tall, so the city covered an enormous area.

To accommodate two or three million people, it spanned more than thirty li in both directions. The population density was astonishing; even the supercities of the modern era were only around thirty li in diameter.

Only skyscrapers could house populations in the tens of millions. Ancient times had no such conditions—almost every home stood alone with its own courtyard.

The waterways crisscrossing the city had become the best means for people to travel within it.

Over the course of an entire day, Li Qing made a wide circuit through Yang Province City.

Night was drawing near, and the evening glow had dyed the sky red.

He stopped before an inn, its name catching his attention.

"There Is an Inn?"

"That's fucking amazing. There really is an inn with that name."

"As a qualified transmigrator, I have to stay at an inn like this."

A strange smile curled across Li Qing's lips.

He stepped inside, and a smiling waiter promptly came forward to greet him.

"Welcome, sir! Would you like a meal or a room?"

Li Qing smiled. "A room. A top-quality street-facing room."

"Right away!"

"One Heaven-class street-facing room!"

Led enthusiastically by the waiter, Li Qing arrived at an elegant room.

The waiter said warmly, "Sir, if you need anything, just pull the bell beside the door. Someone will come at once."

Li Qing nodded slightly. "All right. You may go."

As he spoke, he tossed a silver ingot to the waiter.

The waiter caught the silver, a smile blooming on his face as he respectfully withdrew.

Li Qing went to