The Shop Hunt

Despite their rapid steps, Adam took in the bustling morning sight of the inner sect for the first time.

Kids and teenagers raced to different halls, shops, or the two craftsmanship buildings, smiling or grumbling as they strolled down the immaculate streets.

A group passed him by, the golden dragons on their robes fluttering alive as he picked up their eager conversations before they entered a large training hall.

"Hahaha! My master paid half the fees for Elder Jian's lesson. I'll become so fast you won't even see my shadow." A fifteen-year-old man raised his nose in pride, attracting his attention.

"No way! Do you think he'll show his flowing dragon steps during the lecture? I heard he repelled ten nascent soul realm cultivators unscathed when he used it during his youth."

He felt genuine respect in the second man's voice before the girl made him chuckle, then pale.