While most people in the city were focused on the highly anticipated match between the Fu Clan and the Red Serpent Gang, something far more important was quietly unfolding elsewhere.
An ordinary-looking carriage slowly made its way into the inner city.
Compared to the bustling chaos of the outer districts, the inner city was far quieter.
The roads were wider, the buildings more refined, and the air carried a noticeably purer flow of spiritual energy.
Seated on the coachman's bench was the Old Withered Man, calmly guiding the carriage along the smooth stone road.
His posture was relaxed, yet his sharp eyes remained alert as he directed the carriage toward the eastern district of the inner city.
Unlike the outer city where people of all backgrounds lived and worked side by side the inner city strictly observed social hierarchy.
The northern district was reserved for the most powerful clans, those whose ancestors possessed overwhelming cultivation strength.
