Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
A war chariot rapidly approached from afar, heading towards Yang City.
In front of the chariot was a creature resembling a Qilin.
"Dragon Qilin, descend, let's enter the city directly!"
It was none other than Mo Wangchen.
He had hurried all the way from Jinxiu City and now finally arrived. Like Jinxiu City, Yang City was surrounded by a protective array.
Unable to directly traverse it, the only entry was through the city gate.
"Hiss!"
The Dragon Qilin, with its spiritual nature, understood Mo Wangchen's words, and with a neigh, it brought the chariot down to the front of the city gate.
"Compared to Jinxiu City, Yang City is indeed much livelier, perhaps because the Divine King Valley gathering is approaching..."
