The towering walls of Zhao City loomed before them, stretching high into the heavens. Carved from Divine Blackstone, they shimmered faintly with defensive formations, radiating an aura that could easily repel Void Tribulation Realm cultivators.
As they entered, the air was thick with the scent of incense, spirit herbs, and bustling commerce.
Yuqing gently squeezed Tianyang's hand. "We should head to the marketplace first and gather some information. This city is under the control of the Mystic Relic Pavilion—we must be cautious."
Tianyang nodded. His eyes flickered with caution. "Agreed. We'll keep a low profile. No unnecessary attention."
Yao'er, his crimson eyes filled with wonder, pointed excitedly. "Masters! Look at that restaurant! They're selling roasted Spirit Beasts!"
Tianyang chuckled. "Let's head to a restaurant and eat first. A full stomach leads to a clear mind, and the best information often comes from idle chatter."
