The Beiming Clan had prepared cultivators at the nine gates and seventy-two towns but they didn’t see a trace of Feiyun. Meanwhile, he had already entered the capital.

This city was gargantuan with many layers of walls. A large street was more than 1,200 meters wide and could accommodate ten lanes of carriages at the same time. This was his first time seeing this street.

Last time, he sat inside a carriage to get to the Feng mansion so he had a hard time finding it again despite using his divine intents. Every thousand meters in the cities had carved runes that could stop divine intents from prying.

“That’s the best city in the Jin Dynasty for you.” Feiyun wasn’t in a rush since Ye Xiaoxiang had left. He could take his time strolling through this famous capital.

Cultivators from the eight prefectures all gathered in this place. Each of them had a unique culture, hence the disparity in...