Two lifetimes later, Zhao Sheng stepped into Pocket World City once again. The sight that met his eyes was unchanged: the city was still filled with colorful pavilions, towers, and fortress mansions, the workshop districts clearly laid out with well-ordered roads, bustling with people coming and going in a lively and prosperous scene.
On the cave walls surrounding the cavern, densely packed caves were visible. From these caves, cultivators dressed in distinctly different clothes and bearing various expressions flew in and out, adding to the busy atmosphere.
As the 900 years passed by, Pocket World City remained the city of loose cultivators, just as it had always been!
A wave of emotion flickered through Zhao Sheng's heart.
He walked unhurriedly through the workshop streets, occasionally entering stores by the roadside or stooping to pick up a few trinkets from loose cultivators' roadside stands whenever he took a fancy.
