The journey to Jinling was indeed bustling with excitement, as countless people from all directions came with aspirations, hoping to snatch a piece of the pie from the corpse of the Supreme Church.
Lu Yao also saw many martial artists who were only in the Bone Tempering Realm; with a ragged sack on their back, they set off on their journey, eyeing the Liao Family's luxurious carriage with envy, quickly stepping aside to clear the way.
For most of the lower-class martial artists, seizing an opportunity meant risking their lives to break through, otherwise, they would never be able to advance to the Jin Realm in their lifetimes.
With shorter daylight in winter, the three of them traveled while enjoying themselves along the way, and by the time they reached Changzhou, night had already fallen.