That was the true purpose of his trip.
「Ten minutes later.」
The flying car stopped before a massive White Jade Square.
In the center of the square stood a giant, hundred-meter-tall Sun Dial, its pointer a massive, inverted sword.
And now, a dense, dark crowd had unexpectedly gathered at the entrance of the Trading Hall, a place that should have been solemn and dignified.
The moment Han Feng stepped out of the car, he frowned.
'Too many people.'
It wasn't just the scions of East Sea City's elite whom he recognized; he could even spot the back of a busy man like Su Jian in the crowd.
But that wasn't the strangest part.
The strangest thing was the large number of young people in identical uniforms mixed in with the crowd.
The uniforms had the word "Kunlun" embroidered on the chest and varying patterns on the cuffs. They were clearly denizens of this Celestial Ship.
