Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 626: Scenery of Another World (Request Subscription)

Looking at Jiang Feiyang's gloomy expression, Pei Yan began to sympathize with the impending hardships that the Guiding Disciple would face. Since the Little Friedrich incident, this little chubby boy's character had become increasingly twisted and tyrannical; he never spared his enemies and could even be described as ruthless. In four years, during one campaign, he had been ambushed, cut off from the main army, and left to his own devices. Not only did he outmaneuver the Red Armored Warrior squad sent to hunt him down, annihilating them, but he also pursued their leader through the mountains for nine days without rest, ultimately exhausting him to death through sheer tenacity.

As Pei Yan was lost in his myriad thoughts about the potential farce to come, he suddenly felt the little boat he was sitting on sway. Startled, he rose to look out of the window, only to see the fog surrounding the boat gradually thinning out, revealing the earth below with increasing clarity. Under the Guiding Disciple's control, the narrow boat was slowly descending, finally coming to rest outside a grand complex of city buildings.

To call it grand was no exaggeration from Pei Yan. Though it couldn't compete with the sprawling expanse of any large city on the Keystone Plane, compared to the backwater town-sized properties of the Hell Plane's Demon Race, this city could undoubtedly be described as magnificent and awe-inspiring. The towering walls, stretching continuously, provided a visual impact and a sense of oppressive grandeur.

"These walls are so high," Wang Wenze couldn't help but exclaim as he looked up at the walls after disembarking from the airship. Pei Yan instinctively nodded, understanding Wang Wenze's implication. While they had seen tall structures in the present world, the height here referred to the comparison with ancient walls on the Keystone Plane. In the present-day world, ancient city walls usually reached only the height of three stories, about ten meters. However, the walls here soared to a height of over ten stories, approximately thirty to forty meters.

Walking through the broad and grand city gate tower, observing the diverse groups of people in historical attire passing by, Pei Yan reached out to touch the wall bricks, weathered by time. Although no one spoke of it, the cultural similarities brought evident joy and a sense of kinship, making even the sharp and acerbic words of the Guiding Disciple seem less irritating.

"Ah, now this feels like what traveling through worlds should be! Going to the Hell Plane is like a farm tourism trip. Coming here, I've got the urge to roam the world with sword in hand," Jiang Feiyang exhaled a long, chest-full of stale air as he spoke with great heroics while walking through the quaint streets.

Jiang Feiyang's words undoubtedly resonated with the entire group. This scene, like a traveling-through-time historical theater, captivated everyone, compelling them to pull out the modified phones Pei Yan had prepared, taking pictures left and right. Seeing the sparkling eyes of Zhao Yuanhu, Pei Yan deliberately slowed down to walk beside her, smiling and whispering, "I remember you like Hanfu. I don't know much about those, but doesn't their clothing resemble the era of your initial outfit?"

"You remember what I was wearing when we first met?" Zhao Yuanhu withdrew her gaze from the street scenery, her big, watery eyes looked at Pei Yan, her mouth quirking into a smile as she asked.

"I remember you wore something long and snow-white, with a deep blue skirt below it with lotus patterns," Pei Yan gestured animatedly at his own clothing, cursing himself for not having taken the time to study these things, now resorting only to vague descriptions without knowing the names.

"That's a long blouse and mamian skirt, a style of Hanfu from the Ming Dynasty." Seeing Pei Yan's clueless gestures at her former outfit, Zhao Yuanhu beamed, her eyes narrowing into slits as she looked around happily and continued, "The clothing here isn't of the Ming Dynasty style, although there are some differences in details, the overall style is closer to the Tang Dynasty."

"Do you like it?" Pei Yan suddenly whispered in Zhao Yuanhu's ear.

"Uh, like what?" Caught off guard by the sudden question, Zhao Yuanhu's face turned crimson as she stammered.

"These clothes!"

"Oh!" Zhao Yuanhu heaved a sigh of relief, then chuckled, "I like them. The material of these clothes seems different from ours, and if possible, I'd like to get a few sets to try."

"Don't worry; I'll find a way to get them for you," Pei Yan patted his chest, making a promise.

"Okay!"

As their conversation continued, the marching team suddenly slowed as a commotion arose. Pei Yan reluctantly tore his gaze from Zhao Yuanhu's blushing cheeks to look ahead.

This world was new to Pei Yan and his companions, just as they were novel to this world. There were already rumors that the Sword Discussion Conference organized by the Six Mansions of the Immortal Palace would see participants from the Keystone Plane, a topic that had already fueled the city's enthusiasm. Today, seeing a group of strangely dressed people in the city, many immediately connected the two.

The team from the Investigation Hall was observing this world, while the world was likewise peering at them. The throng of people who had gathered filled the wide streets to capacity, continuously pointing and talking about the two different groups.

It wasn't until team members began passionately photographing the street scenes with their modified phones that someone couldn't hold back, leaping out to snatch the device from Liang Qian's hand, sparking a dispute between the two groups.

"What's happening?" Pei Yan hurried up and loudly inquired.

"This person rushed up trying to grab Liang Qian's phone and, after failing, tried to hit her," Xia Yu explained, staring at Wang Wenze, who was shielding Liang Qian while confronting the assailant.

Pei Yan squinted his eyes, quickly moving forward to stand between the two, forcing a smile and activating the language translator, "Let's talk this over quietly!" Looking at the middle-aged man with a round face and a short knife slung at his waist, Pei Yan asked, "May I ask why you are trying to take my friend's item?"

"That weird flashing thing, who knows what it might be, or if it's some kind of harmful thing!" the middle-aged man glanced at Pei Yan and barked loudly.

"Precisely, who knows if it is some evil thing for stealing our Cultivation Techniques," the middle-aged man's words immediately resonated with the onlookers, sparking a flurry of discussion.

"He's talking nonsense! We're civilized people; we never photographed people, only buildings," Liang Qian protested loudly, her eyes blazing with anger.

But her voice was drowned out by the crowd's accusations. Seeing this, Pei Yan remained calm and looked to Xila, raising his voice to ask, "May I ask if the Demon Race, in previous times when participating in the Immortal Palace's Sword Discussion Conference, ever recorded image scenes here with light and shadow balls?"

Xila, who had been in an onlooker mode since departure, smiled slightly at this, speaking in the standard Daoist Realm language, "This is my first time leading a team, but before coming here, I saw many light and shadow balls stored in the Demon God Hall showing cultural scenery and battle scenes from Sword Discussion Conferences on the Daoist Plane, so recording images here shouldn't be against the rules."

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