Li Feng walked in calmly and unhurriedly, his steps measured and inconspicuous.
And as he entered the Grand Vermillion Hall, his sharp eyes subtly glanced around, quietly admiring the breathtaking sight before him.
The hall was truly magnificent, towering golden pillars carved with coiling dragons and soaring phoenixes, massive crimson banners embroidered with imperial motifs hanging from the ceiling, and intricate spiritual arrays glowing faintly on the floor, pulsing with ancient power.
The sheer scale spoke of centuries of accumulated glory and authority.
Even the air carried a faint, majestic pressure that would make ordinary people feel suffocated.
'I only saw it in TV shows before, but seeing it in person… this feels truly amazing,' Li Feng thought inwardly, a spark of genuine appreciation flashing in his eyes as if he were witnessing ancient history itself.
But then he sighed softly after remembering the sight of the capital during the journey here.
