Even from a distance, Yang Qing could detect the vibrancy of the Purple City. The sounds of streams of people laughing, talking, haggling, yelling, the voices that showed there was life in a place flooded into Yang Qing's senses.
He didn't scan the city using his monarch sense and just used the heightened senses of cultivators to take everything in. Other than the good pay, safe thigh to hug, and fair distribution of resources, sights like this were one of the reasons he would never leave the Order no matter how much they overworked him.
Yang Qing sauntered on ahead once he had taken everything in. He decided against flying but instead walked.
There was a long line of people walking in steadily, there were even large carts in those lines for those who did not have storage rings or for those dealing in living things as storage rings don't provide a habitable space for any living organism except the void mimicry silkworm.