Yunlan City, the largest town in Yunzhou, was bustling beyond compare.
Lin Xuan and Ye Qing alighted from their Spiritual Crane twenty li away from the city gate and made their way toward Yunlan City on foot.
From a distance, they could see the pitch-black city walls of Yunlan City, which were over a dozen zhang high, built entirely out of obsidian, and incredibly solid.
At the city gate stood two rows of guards clad in heavy armor, each radiating a powerful aura far beyond that of Lin Xuan and his friends.
Lin Xuan estimated that these guards were around the Eighth Rank of Pulse Condensation, which would place them within the top thirty if they were in the Xuantian Sect. Of course, this was not to say that the disciples of Xuantian Sect were weak, given the considerable age difference between the two groups.