Jiang Haoyang was overcome with shock and joy. The bottleneck that had plagued him for months had finally been broken, all thanks to Yang Jing's guidance.
Not far away, Yang Jing sensed the sudden change in Jiang Haoyang's aura, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile.
...
As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled through the clouds, bathing the pavilions and courtyards of Chengping Square in a golden hue.
Yang Jing left the Martial Arts Hall and set off for the Inner City.
The moment he stepped into the Inner City, the sights were entirely different from those in the Outer City.
The wide streets were paved with smooth bluestone slabs and lined with a dense array of shops, each with an exquisite banner. The eye was met with fine silks and satins, and the gleam of countless jewels.
Occasionally, an ornate carriage would pass by, its wheels making a crisp sound as they rolled over the stone-paved road.
