Chapter 4123 The Myriad Races Aren't Pushovers
- Zeke moved alone. He took just two sips of tea, tossed a Spirit Stone on the counter, and headed out.
- Strolling down the street, he saw sedan chairs powered by Spirit Stones, rumbling along like little carts. None of them were allowed to fly, and even the ferocious beasts couldn’t sprint full tilt. Cultivators hit hard—one careless move and you’ve got trouble. Same rules apply even in human cities.
- Up in the sky earlier, the formations had blocked his sight, so he hadn’t seen much. Now, as he went deeper, it hit him—this place wasn’t all that different from a human city.