Seeing Jiang Yan agree, the guard waved down the street and summoned two carrying chairs.
"Please take a seat, my lord."
Jiang Yan looked at the seats mounted between two long poles.
Before the Immortal Dynasty descended upon this realm, the Scale Clan had, after all, ruled half the East River Realm.
Why was their way of traveling so primitive? Jiang Yan found the contrast truly jarring.
Seeing him remain still, the guard thought Jiang Yan disdained these "lowborn" and hurried to explain.
"My lord, the patriarch of our Red-Purple Clan dislikes the stench and filth of livestock, so beast-drawn carriages are forbidden in the city. We can only have people carry us. Please forgive us, my lord."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan turned and surveyed his surroundings again. There really was not a single head of livestock anywhere along the street.
He could not help shaking his head. On the battlefield, the Scale and Feather Clans clearly had quite a few experts equivalent to the Seventh-Rank Realm.
Yet looking at life within their own territory, their ordinary clansmen lived like this.
From the look of things, even if the Dao Realm were only as powerful as the Scale Clan, the Immortal Dynasty would still be the sole victor of this war.
He raised a hand and summoned the Fire-Walking Cloud, shrinking it to half a zhang across.
"Too slow. Just point the way."
Aboard the Fire-Walking Cloud, the three traveled down the streets without obstruction, making astonishingly smooth progress.
Before long, they arrived at the so-called Redwater Cloud-Brushing.
The place looked rather nice, with wood grain intermingled with metal and numerous carved patterns distinctive to the Scale Feather Clan.
Two enormous statues stood on either side of the entrance. With huge horns growing from their heads, they resembled water buffalo.