In less than half an hour, the towering, magnificent, and majestic Spirit City came into view.
Yet, upon approaching the city's borders, Qian Xunzong immediately noticed a hint of abnormality.
The streets of Spirit City, which were usually orderly, peaceful, and calm, had completely changed their appearance at this moment.
Countless commoners, ordinary soul masters, and cultivators of all sizes rushed back and forth through the alleys. Men and women, young and old, walked shoulder to shoulder, everyone stepping in a hurry with urgent expressions, sprinting toward the Papal Palace in the very center of Spirit City.
The flow of people was like a surging tide, endless. The entire street and the entire urban area surged with a mighty crowd, and the sound of commotion came from afar, creating an overwhelming and shocking momentum.
"Hmm?"
Qian Xunzong raised his eyebrows slightly, a flash of surprise crossing the depths of his eyes as he softly muttered, "What happened, did my grandfather pass away?"
He managed many affairs of Spirit Hall, coordinating numerous secret realms and resources, and had never heard of any large-scale gathering planned in the city, let alone an imperial decree summoning the commoners. This scene of an empty city was truly abnormal.
"Young Master, wait a moment."
Shen Ye understood instantly, his figure flashing as he vanished to the side of the street, blocking an ordinary middle-aged commoner who was walking in a hurry, covered in sweat, and striving to run forward.
That commoner wore coarse linen clothes, with a plain and panting face. He showed not a shred of anger after being blocked, only filled with extreme urgency and a single-minded desire to continue his journey.
Shen Ye spoke in a calm tone that naturally carried a trace of majesty: "Brother, what on earth has happened in