Pei Feng rode atop a black male lion, leading several hundred Five Elements spirits, galloping swiftly out of the Royal City’s Military Command.
The male lion let out a low, deep roar.
The several hundred Five Elements spirits at the Taizang Realm roused with bright spirits, each one full of vitality, releasing light, relaxed howls as they followed closely behind Pei Feng, racing down the mist-shrouded main street.
An Yang City was just waking from the sleep of the previous night.
The four city gates had opened, and large convoys of transport wagons were streaming into the city—firewood, vegetables, chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep, salt, spices… Caravans like giant dragons surged along the main roads, quickly pouring nourishment into every corner of the vast city of An Yang.
Down every street and alley, morning eateries fired up their stoves.
In noodle shops, huge soup pots boiled richly, the fragrance of noodles and various toppings mingling into a thick haze, drifting in the morning breeze.
The low-ranking officials and constables who had stood watch at various offices overnight, regardless of rank, all with sleepy smiles, sat beneath their familiar breakfast stalls.