There was no doubt that the Zhou Royal Palace was the center of the entire human world. Even the Li Palace or the southern Mountain Virgin or the Sword Sect of Mountain Li couldn’t compare to this royal palace. If one must find a comparable location, it could only be the Demon Palace in the Xue Lao City.
Walking in the Zhou Palace and feeling every sincere essence flowing out of the rocks and windows, Chen Chang Sheng felt a little nervous. It was different from his daily point of view from the Tradition Academy, and he was just a youngster who wasn’t even fifteen years of age.
On the other hand, Luo Luo wasn’t nervous at all. She was just as generous as usual and her steps were light and causal. She didn’t need the servant’s lead and she would pull on Chen Chang Sheng’s sleeve to tell him where to go and what he should pay attention to.
Chen Chang Sheng noticed this and asked quietly, “You been here often?”
Luo Luo answered, “When I first arrived the capital, I was living here.”