Qian Wentian turned into a streak of golden light and hurried into the clouds, chasing after his old man, Qian Cangming, who had only just revived and was already impatient to witness the prosperity of the new era.
Above Spirit City.
Qian Cangming stood in midair with his hands behind his back, as though strolling through a garden.
He looked down at the magnificent, densely packed buildings of Spirit City below, his deep old eyes filled with astonishment.
Just then, he sensed a familiar fluctuation of Soul Power behind him.
Qian Cangming turned around and said irritably, "Wentian, what are you brat following me for?!"
"Didn't I say I wanted to look around on my own? Are you really afraid that I'll get lost in our own territory?!"
"Old man, what are you talking about? I was just worried that you'd only just woken up and wouldn't be familiar with the layout and rules of Spirit Hall in this new era."
Qian Wentian rubbed his nose and stepped forward with a fawning smile. "Spirit City has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to our time."
"I came along to serve as your guide and explain the new things in this city to you."
"Hehe! You brat... Fine, if you want to follow, then follow."
Then, Qian Cangming's gaze once again fell upon the enormous Spirit City below, like a slumbering behemoth.
His eyes gleamed as he could not help but praise it from the bottom of his heart. "Still, I have to say!"
"The Spirit City of this era, whether in scale, prosperity, or defensive fortifications..."
"Is indeed far grander and more magnificent than during the era we ruled!"
"And..."
Qian Cangming closed his eyes, and his immense Mental Power spread outward like rippling water.
A moment later, he abruptly opened his