The master and his two disciples walked through Luoyang City. Lu Xuan gazed curiously at the bustling Human World, feeling a bit dazed.
Pedestrians and children, street vendors and merchants, fortune-telling Daoists, horse-riding nobles, brothels in the alleys...
It was all the very picture of mortal life.
"What city is this?" Lu Xuan asked.
Zhang Ling smiled and explained:
"Luoyang. One of the two capitals of the current Dynasty."
"Two capitals?"
"One is Haojing, the other is Luoyang. Both are national capitals."
Lu Xuan nodded, only half-understanding.
Following behind his master, he walked at a slow pace. The city was clearly boundless, perhaps dozens or even a hundred times the size of East Sea City, yet in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they had walked from the city's heart to its outskirts.
This left him in a trance. The natural tear in space itself buffeted his Divine Soul.
