Following the young man's directions, Kyrian crossed several streets of the Sky Caravan.
The more he walked, the more he realized that this city truly gathered the best of every region. It was not like Red Smoke City, which had a unique style, volcanic, dark, and brutal. It was not like the Cloud Empire, which had an imperial style, white, golden, and grandiose.
The Sky Caravan had every style.
Merchants sold exotic products, fruits that glowed in the dark, metals that changed color according to the light, and fabrics that floated gently in the air.
Cultivators passed by riding rare spiritual beasts, some that Kyrian had never seen before, others that he only knew from illustrations in ancient books.
Some buildings looked like palaces, with jade columns, golden roofs, and hanging gardens.
Others looked like fortresses, with thick walls, watchtowers, and iron gates. Everything was grand. Everything looked expensive.
