The enormous Liang City sprawled across the land like a primordial behemoth.
Liang City had a long history. Ancient buildings, carrying an age-old grandeur, stretched around the city.
This Liang City was so vast that its end could not be seen at a glance.
Broad and ancient.
As one of the largest cities in this region, its prosperity went without saying.
The Nightmare Steed carriage slowly came to a halt before the city gates.
Within Liang City, a person entering alone did not need to pay any fee.
But if they brought a mount or carriage, they had to pay a separate entry fee.
Because the city was vast and held a population of millions, many aspects were subject to corresponding controls.
After Mo Thirteen paid the fee, he drove the Nightmare Steed into the city.
Xu Zimo's initial plan had been to go directly and obtain an entry token for Void Valley.
He had not intended to rest in the city, but unfortunately, by the time they arrived, the token office had already closed. They would have to wait until tomorrow.
Xu Zimo got down from the carriage and prepared to find somewhere to rest.
"Have you heard? Our Great Liang's Holy Son is holding a grand gathering at Vast Tower. Any outstanding genius of the younger generation can attend."
"The Holy Son? You mean Nanmen Tianhong?"
"Who else could it be? Ever since Nanmen Tianhong defeated his elder brother, he took his place as Great Liang's new generation's Holy Son.
You don't mean to say you didn't know about this?"
"Why would an ordinary person like me pay attention to such things? If that battle hadn't caused such a huge sensation, I wouldn't have heard this news either."
As the Nightmare Steed carriage passed by, Xu Zimo