He picked up the report, folded it once, and walked toward the restricted building across the compound.
On the other side, at the entrance of the Magical City, the northern gate was bustling with cultivators like never before; it was truly impressive to witness such a large crowd.
By the time the Walker Clan arrived at the far end, the morning was well underway—the sun had risen above the horizon, illuminating a sky that had changed from pale grey to a vibrant blue. The sunlight fell at an angle that made the dust kicked up by the passing carriages and pedestrians visible, creating a thin haze above the well-worn ground. The road was wide enough for two carriages to pass each other without much slowing down, and this morning, both directions were alive with activity.
