Chapter 335
"Dao Master, do you want to go and take a look at this so-called Guo Shengyu? He defeated a mere Blood Ancestor, yet he dares to arrogantly call himself a Martial Saint?" Pang Jiu's voice came softly from beside him.
"There's no need. Every generation produces its own talents; we should let things run their course," Lin Hui said mildly.
"Figures like that turn up every so often. If we stopped to see every last one of them, we'd accomplish nothing."
"The Dao Master is right." Pang Jiu understood the logic perfectly well; it was simply his nature. He had no particular love of crowds, but he did love showing off. Now that the world's conditions had decayed, it was the ideal moment to venture out and flaunt his strength to his heart's content. Since his boss had no interest in going, however, he swallowed the urge and focused on their actual business.
After eating, neither of them looked for lodging. Instead, they headed straight for the gate into the Inner City. The defenses were far lighter than they had anticipated—they paid a modest entrance fee of a few silver qian and walked right through.
Blending into a convoy of freight carriages delivering goods, they passed through a thick white wall and emerged from a tall gateway.
The first thing that filled their vision was a towering, magnificent pavilion that completely dominated the skyline. The grayish-white structure climbed upward like a mountain, its summit piercing the upper layer of Mist and cloud with no visible end.
Hollow openings of various sizes punctuated the pavilion's midsection, serving as passageways for the dense flow of people moving in and out. Along the inner walls of these passages, merchants had taken advantage of the foot traffic to hawk their wares. Protruding platforms lined the outer walls, packed with peddlers displaying bright, neon-like signs that snagged the eye. The complex, multi-colored signage bathed the massive grayish-white structure in a faint, kaleidoscopic glow.
In mid-air, a slightly curved black metal track angled upward, disappearing into the cloud-shrouded heights of the pavilion. A metal train was currently rumbling along it, rushing toward the sky. Lin Hui's sharp gaze even caught the passengers framed by the windows—some chatting, some watching the scenery drift past, and some apparently trying to pry the windows open.