Despite its reputation as an assassin's den, Amber Dawn was still a large city that nearly rivaled the Northern Sovereign's in size. Thus, it took more than an hour for Shun Long and his entourage to traverse the distance and reach the southern city gates.
The five middle-aged men and women walked at a leisurely, unhurried pace, and yet with every step they took they somehow traversed hundreds of meters, leaving behind nothing but a series of afterimages.
This was even more apparent for Shun Long who was now clad in plain black robes as he led the group forward. Despite his cultivation base being merely at the rank 8 of the Dao King realm, his comprehension of his Dao had already reached the peak of rank 9 and was now affecting every move he took. Even a casual wave of his hand or a single glance he threw seemed to carry the power of his 'Dao of Time', inadvertently influencing his surroundings with his every step.
