Wang Baole had learned of the name of the mystic dust empire from Xiao Wu many years ago. He had searched for it for a long time. To be more precise, the mystic dust empire had once existed in the stone tablet realm, but the mystic dust empire was not this mystic dust empire.
He had taken a long detour and arrived in the real mystic dust empire in this manner.
He looked at the totems of the imperial palace in the distance, and at the bustling crowds on the streets, even in the rain. Wang Baole felt a wave of emotions in his heart. He saw people in the crowd, some of them alone, some men and women leaning against an umbrella, there were people hurrying on their way, and there were also people who seemed to be enjoying their stroll.