"Hee hee hee, hahaha!"
Only Lingdang was laughing hysterically, as the bell on her ankle jingled crisply with her hopping. She clapped her hands and shouted, "Fight! Fight!"
Song Yin soared into the sky, reaching above the city, looking down upon the crowd below.
The city was far from deserted; from above, the bustling life within seemed lively.
The crowd gathered most densely around a tall building. Song Yin could see that people were queuing up, while the attendants in front of the building were handing out meats.
That was the Food Tower!
Elsewhere, others were selling spices, but the customers were not mortals; they clearly bore the fluctuations of mana.
Through Song Yin's Dharma Eye, they appeared to be either Qi Refinement servants or Foundation Establishment realm individuals dressed like ordinary people.