Several hours later, Fang Hong finally arrived at the imperial capital of Zhao.
As the core region of Zhao, this imperial capital truly lived up to its reputation, with a rank of prosperity far exceeding that of other cities.
The city walls were tall and majestic, like a giant dragon coiled, giving a sense of solemnity and grandeur.
Along both sides of the streets, pavilions stood in dense rows, orderly and well-arranged, stretching for over a thousand li at a glance.
On the streets, people bustled and flowed continuously.
Cultivators and mortals mingled without barriers, each busy with their own affairs.
Various trading streets were bustling, with medicinal pills, talismans, weapons, and more, everything imaginable, a dazzling array.
In the central area of the imperial capital, hundreds of magnificent, resplendent palaces stood in the distance, a majestic and solemn cluster of layered palaces.
Presumably, that was the imperial palace of Zhao.
