Lord Xiong and the Dry Flame Saint Child, along with their attendants, roamed incessantly within the city walls. Since they were already in the Holy City, they thought they might as well take a look around the city to see how much it had changed.
They had no idea until they saw it and were taken aback.
Along the way, they saw steaming smoke billowing from building after building—over a dozen in succession?
Moreover, there were continuous exclamations of surprise, cries of joy, even. Lord Xiong recognized several voices, belonging to the cultivators of the third battlefield.
What kind of magic could it be that made their subordinates cry out in astonishment again and again? Could this Tangneng First-class have some magical ability, just like the notable shops?