Yun Shangyuan couldn't perform Sword Flight now, as he lacked a tangible body, allowing him to drift in the air using Spiritual Power.
He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, leisurely following Feng Yueya.
Seeing the smile on Feng Yueya's face, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.
Stopping in a small town, Feng Yueya walked down the main street, glancing here and there curiously at everything.
The streets were wide, lined with taverns, inns, medical clinics, antique shops, clothing stores...
Moreover, there were some small stalls set up on the street, with vendors' voices rising and falling continuously.
The people weren't dressed in coarse hemp clothes; most wore cotton, indicating that the residents here were rather wealthy.
The prosperity of a small town's main street suggested the strength of the country.
In her memories, she only knew the name of the country, Yunlong Country, but nothing else, as she had grown up in a very remote and poor town.