Yuan and his wives were following Fang Xiaoyan on their floating swords, while she flew unaided by a flying sword. They were heading to Xian City to attend the Harvest Festival before continuing on toward the Red Pagoda.
A few hours later, a massive city came into view. It was almost the same size as the capital city of the Windfall Kingdom. The city was visible from miles away, illuminated by countless spirit lamps.
"Is that Xian City? It's huge!" Ava exclaimed, her face filled with astonishment.
Grandpa Fang had said it was a small city, but it turned out to be quite large. Though the houses were spaced far apart, it could still easily accommodate around ten thousand people.
"Well, I don't know how big the cities are in the outside world, but since my grandpa says this is a small city, then it's a small city," Fang Xiaoyan said calmly as she continued moving forward.