After leaving the hotel, Xiao Yu unfurled his Dou Qi Wings and headed straight for the southern part of the city.
The streets no longer held the crowds of the previous morning. Most people had probably gone to watch the Alchemist Tournament.
Only a handful of ordinary people remained on the streets, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Xiao Yu soared into the sky and flew into the distance.
The person who had invited Xiao Yu earlier had told him that the Alchemist Tournament was being held at the Royal Plaza in the southern part of the Holy City.
In less than half a minute, Xiao Yu could already make out the plaza.
At the center of the square plaza stood an enormous circular structure, shaped like a bowl that widened from bottom to top.
Outside the structure, a large army stood guard, surrounding it so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through. Judging by their appearance, they were Imperial Family troops maintaining order.
Faced with such a colossal structure, Xiao Yu could not help marveling inwardly. The Jia Ma Imperial Family truly possessed extraordinary wealth.
The venue hosting the Alchemist Tournament could probably accommodate tens of thousands of people.
As he drew closer to the venue, Xiao Yu slowed down, then descended.
Below, the commander of the troops maintaining order spotted a figure flying toward them and immediately grew wary.
Anyone with Dou Qi Wings had to be a Dou Wang or stronger. Since there was no guarantee that the visitor came with good intentions, their nervousness was inevitable.
Once Xiao Yu landed, he approached the venue on foot.
Seeing that the visitor had actually landed instead of flying straight over them into the venue, the soldiers could not help breathing a sigh of relief.
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