The next day.
West Imperial City.
Various taverns and shops lined up one after another, bustling with people from all over the world, some seeking fortunes, others pursuing the path to greatness.
Among them was a young girl, with an innocent and curious expression, looking around in amazement.
"So lively!"
Having grown up on Immortal Flying Peak, she would occasionally go down to Jianxian City to play, thinking it was already quite prosperous.
But compared to West Imperial City, it was nothing.
The largest tavern in Jianxian City would only be considered ordinary in West Imperial City.
Luo Xiaohong followed the crowd down the street, feeling overwhelmed by all the new sights.
At this moment, a waft of fragrance came from the street side, and she quickly followed the scent to find an old woman selling cakes.
The stall wasn't big, but every cake was freshly baked, with slices of braised meat, vegetables, and green onions wrapped inside, drizzled with sauce.
