It was his first time in the Divine Capital, and even for a Dao Foundation Cultivator, his eyes were wide with wonder, and he marveled at the sights all along the way.
Anle Workshop.
"Sir, come and have some fun!"
"Young master, please, take a seat."
"Listen to a song? Have a drink? Or perhaps…"
"Hee hee…"
"…"
On both sides of an avenue wide enough for four horse-carriages to travel abreast, a flock of charming women called out, and the shop signs were draped in festive red.
A new groom by day, a beautiful bride by night.
This was Anle Workshop.
"Brother Gong."
In a tavern on the main street, a man hurried over and spoke in a low voice to a broad-shouldered, powerfully built man.
"There's a Daoist from the Outer Sect looking for you. He says he's from Guanqu County, and he's carrying a letter from Master Zhang."
"Oh!"
Gong Shi raised an eyebrow.
"I'll go take a look."
