Xu Changqing, Hu Bugui, and Li Sancai all fell silent at his words.
It was not that they believed Lao Zhao's nonsense, but that they were left speechless.
If he had truly gained anything, he would not have kept such a low profile after returning.
Thus, the three could not be bothered to ask further. They boarded Shattered Moon, Falling Frost together and flew toward the New Market by the Flower Sea.
Once they were completely away from Red Maple Valley, the scene ahead gradually changed, revealing an endless stretch of grassland.
Only, it no longer possessed the lush green of spring and summer, nor the splendor of autumn.
As far as the eye could see, vast swathes of grassland had turned shades of yellowish brown.
With less of that dense, flourishing feel, it seemed somewhat open, with some places even lying bare and bald.
"Good heavens, the market is much bigger than before!"
"Have we even arrived yet?"
"Look for yourselves. That whole area is covered in buildings!"
At that, Xu Changqing, Li Sancai, and Zhao Ziyue all looked over and found that it was indeed true.
Though they had yet to approach the Flower Sea—the present-day New Market—
Even from such a great distance, they could see the sprawling clusters of buildings.
This showed just how much larger the New Market had become.
One had to know that while Red Maple Valley was not small, it could not possibly have accommodated so many buildings.
As they continued drawing closer, the four discovered that the Flower Sea still had flowers.
There were grassland asters, horned violets, pansies, anemones, and many other varieties. They looked abundant, though they no longer carried that fragrance that rushed up the nostrils.
The trading areas had changed as well.
In the past, constrained by