Tengwang Pavilion stands towering above the river isle, with jade pendants and chiming luan, the songs, and dances ceased.
As one of Jiangnan's three famous towers, Tengwang Pavilion was the first stop on Lu Chenzhou's journey in search of ancient victories and relics, where the Divine Chariot conspicuously landed beside the Gan River.
Gazes swept across.
"Such a handsome carriage."
"That's an airplane."
Common folks who had never seen such a vehicle, all stopped in their tracks to watch.
Lu Chenzhou, with a long spear on his back, looked up at the ancient Tengwang Pavilion.
The landscape is part of the view, grandiose and unique.
For this long journey, Lu Chenzhou maintained a calm mindset, hoping to absorb Dao Yun and elevate his Fist Theory realm would be best, and even without it, the broadening of his horizons was worth the trip.
In fact, he wasn't the only Martial Artist present.
"Brother Lu?"
Suddenly, a voice entered his mind.
