บท 631: Chapter 631: Apprentice Prison Guard Wang Chen (Part 1)

Rain in the streets, soft as butter, the grass looks close but is distant when neared.

Amidst the drizzling rain falling from the sky, Wang Chen, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked along the long street.

Unhurried and calm, neither too fast nor too slow.

Having been in Yongle Immortal City for half a month, he still hadn't had his fill of the city's unique landscapes.

There was wind and rain in the Immortal City, said to be the outcome of a Nascent Soul True Immortal's stance against the common consensus; otherwise, with the help of an array, it could ensure uniform seasons all year round.

Wang Chen also liked this weather variability, as it was in accordance with the natural order.

He halted in front of a tavern with the sign "Xu" hanging over the entrance.

He folded his oil-paper umbrella and entered the tavern, addressing the proprietor behind the counter, "Shopkeeper, please serve me a pot of Jinghong wine and half a pound of sliced wild ox tendon."