The dense, bustling streets of the central district's market plaza were completely packed with thousands of cultivators. The crisp morning air hung heavy with the smell of spiritual herbs and raw martial energy. Tony Clark stood quietly near the shadow of a massive stone pillar, his hands casually tucked into the deep pockets of his dark hunting cloak.
His Void Dragon's Shadow Bow remained fully hidden beneath the black fabric. Over the past two days, Tony had deliberately refrained from touching a single cauldron. Instead, he utilized his Truth Eye to gather intelligence on the absolute forces dominating this city.
