"This Looking Peak City must have nearly ten thousand people, I'd wager."
Walking down the bustling street and watching the vendors calling out on both sides, Li Chunfeng could not help marveling.
Beside him, Li Dejiang, Li Dingji, and Yang Ling'er followed close behind, while Xu Zhongling and Du Qingyun of the Longevity Army brought up the rear.
The group looked this way and that, their faces full of curiosity.
When they spotted several people ahead wearing Daoist Robes with long swords on their backs, they could not help staring.
"Judging by their clothes, they should be from Kongtong," Yang Ling'er said, lowering her voice. "I hear Kongtong has always been on good terms with Taihua."
She then pointed to several men emerging from a teahouse ahead. "And those men—look at their cold expressions. They're clearly not from this Grotto-Heaven. They must have come from outside for the Taihua Grand Ceremony in a few days."
"You certainly know a lot," Li Dingji muttered. Then he touched his forehead again.
Each of them now bore a fine line between the brows. It stood out despite causing no discomfort, and Li Dingji could not stop touching his.
Their group had also drawn more than a few watchful eyes.
"That lot look green."
"The ones in front must be children of the nobility. They have that air about them. The two behind look like they've fought their way through battlefields—see how alert they are?"
"Anyone showing up now is most likely a noble from Chang'an City."
Noticing several unfriendly gazes, Xu Zhongling stepped closer to Li Chunfeng. "Gentlemen, standing around in the street makes us too conspicuous. Let's find somewhere to sit and talk things over."
"Good idea." Li Dejiang nodded, picked a teahouse, and led them inside.
Quite a few people