As the date of the martial arts competition drew closer, Chen Xuan could also feel the change in the atmosphere of Chang'an City.
The number of people walking on the right side of the long street was increasing, almost matching those on the left, where ordinary citizens walked. These people were all dressed in fine clothes, speaking official language with a distinct local accent, and the jade plaques hung in the most conspicuous places on their waists, reminding the surrounding crowd of their status as orthodox cultivators.
It's not just cultivators coming to Chang'an; the number of ordinary people was also increasing significantly, something that could be glimpsed from the number of carriages traveling on Vermilion Bird Avenue. From morning till night, countless vehicles entered the city through the South City Gate, gradually dispersing to various parts of the city along this north-south main road, much like nutrients merging into the body of a giant.
