For cultivators at Jin, not visiting the dynasty was a regrettable lacking. Not entering the city at the capital area didn’t count as visiting the capital either. The richest and most fun locations were naturally inside.

“Young Lord, where are we heading to?” The driver’s name was Ma Long, a thin fella around the age of thirty who used to be a slave to six different masters.

Each of his purchased prices had been quite high because he had a unique skill - able to remember everything he had seen. 

It could be said that he knew all the big streets and small alleys in the capital. Because of this, he had a higher quality of life compared to ordinary slaves.

A person can be born wretched but they must have something they’re good at in order to survive.

“To the main ward of the Yin Gou.” Feiyun ordered while opening the card from Divine Consort Ji.

The content was brief with only three words, “Southern...