Lin Yi and Ye Xing landed on the ground and slowly followed the crowd through the imposing city gates.
The soldiers stood solemn-faced, their auras bearing humanity's unending resolve to hold firm against the myriad races.
"Big brother, look at these ordinary soldiers. Every single one has such a powerful aura," Ye Xing marveled.
"These soldiers alone show how formidable the Daqian Dynasty's national strength is," Lin Yi said with feeling.
Once they passed through the gates of Guzhi Pass, the scene before them opened up.
A broad avenue paved with ancient divine stone stretched into the city, lined on both sides with rugged stone halls and marketplaces.
Some marketplaces floated in the sky atop floating islands. Rough-hewn patterns covered the stone halls' walls, with spiritual light faintly flowing through them.
Cultivators came and went in an endless stream. Some were powerful fighters returning from bloody battles, still bearing bloodstains they had yet to clean off, their armor covered in blade marks.
Others were preparing to venture beyond the pass, gathering in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing. Occasionally, a Flying Boat swept overhead, trailing a long wake of spiritual light.
"Uh, big brother, what do we do next?" Ye Xing scratched his head.
"What else? Go find someone and ask for directions!" Lin Yi shot Ye Xing a glance.
"Oh." Ye Xing answered and walked into the crowd.
It was not that Lin Yi did not want to use his divine sense to scout the way directly; doing so would cause unnecessary trouble.
In the cultivation world, probing with divine sense for no reason was deeply offensive.
Who knew whether a sweep of his divine sense might offend some ill-tempered powerhouse?
Before long, Ye Xing returned with a thin-looking middle-aged man.
His aura was at the spirit-nurturing