The green smoke from the furnace curled upwards, coalescing into the shape of auspicious clouds without dissipating.
At this moment, the procession seemed to move slowly, but their speed was incredibly fast.
In the blink of an eye, the procession appeared just over ten zhang outside the city gate.
Along the way, people hurried to the sides of the official road, not daring to make the slightest collision.
"Fu Yuan Saint?" Jiang Ning thought to himself.
He also followed the crowd's actions, moving to the side, completely clearing the entrance of the sixteen-way wide city gate.
Meanwhile.
The old sage on the city wall stared at his compass, his expression grave.
After a few breaths.
He saw a red dot on the compass, akin to the sun.
The red dot appeared on the compass and instantly began to spread continuously, radiating around like the sun.
"He... has become even stronger!!" the old sage mumbled to himself, his brows furrowed.
Immediately after, he looked down the city wall.
