The streets were packed solid with an enthusiastic, bustling crowd even at night. Though Xiao Yan did not know the exact population of Holy Pill City, one could imagine that during the Pill Convention, it was surely the liveliest city in the entire Central Plains.
The Pill Tower had been planning for this night for a long time. Given Xiao Yan's identity and status, he could easily have gone to the best viewing spot. Yet Xiao Yan and his group chose to blend into the crowd instead, concealing all their auras and posing as ordinary people of low strength. Long before the fireworks display began, the western district of Holy Pill City had already become packed beyond measure. If the Pill Tower had not stationed people there specifically to keep watch, conflict would inevitably have erupted among the surging masses.
Xiao Yan and the others waited for quite some time. But when they saw the fireworks bloom, Xiao Yan finally understood why Xiao Yi Xian and Mu Qingluan had insisted on dragging him out today.
When the first firework exploded, the entire night sky seemed to be torn apart. Nine-colored streams of light transformed into a rain of fire that filled the heavens, each spark containing pure Douqi energy, turning the crowds throughout Holy Pill City into a boiling sea. Behind such brilliant fireworks, there were likely quite a few high-grade alchemists at work.
One firework after another soared into the air, accompanied by deafening booms, before scattering into countless dazzling specks of light across the night sky. Some streaked across the heavens like meteors, leaving behind brilliant trails; others bloomed like flowers, unfurling layer upon layer in dazzling splendor. Every burst of fireworks drew cheers and cries of amazement from the surrounding crowd.
Xiao Yan stood quietly to one