Though it was merely a small Flying Carriage station on the outskirts of Guilong City, the area around it still buzzed with voices and teemed with bustling commerce.
Many large storage warehouses had been built around the station, along with quite a few storefronts and shops. Every day, convoy after convoy arrived in a steady stream from afar, delivering vast quantities of supplies into Guilong City.
Guilong City was a colossal entity, with a total population exceeding twenty million. A considerable portion of them were Xuanwu cultivators, and the resources consumed each day naturally amounted to an astronomical figure.
The supply depot encircling this Flying Carriage station was only one of Guilong City's many points of material inflow, which showed just how immense the city was. Compared to it, Changning Guard truly was no more than a tiny village in the countryside.
Just as Wang Shouzhe and the others stepped down from the Flying Carriage, a group that had long been waiting in the distance noticed them and hurried over.
At their head was a middle-aged man wearing a jade crown and a purple brocade robe. He cut a dignified figure, his refined temperament carrying an air of authority.
Though he walked swiftly, his steps were exceptionally steady and grounded. Clearly, he was a man of tranquil mind and far-reaching thoughts.
This man was Wang Yuchang, the current Clan Head of the Realm-Stabilizing Ducal Estate. Even across all of Guilong City, he was one of the foremost figures.
"Shouzhe, you have come to Shangjing. I failed to go beyond the city to welcome you; forgive me, forgive me." With a warm smile, Wang Yuchang strode over with the others.
"Ancestor Yuchang, you flatter Shouzhe far too greatly." Wang Shouzhe hurried forward and clasped his hands in greeting, looking deeply honored.