The town situated on the outskirts of the desolate mountains and swamps is called 'Muqiu City.' Even before entering the city, one can tell that this place is remote and impoverished. The city walls, piled and built from mud and stone, reveal a certain backwardness and barrenness.
Even the guards on the city wall are aging men. Their armor is old and worn, and the iron spears held in their hands are chipped and weathered. The setting sun casts a shadow behind the city, and the entire town exudes an air of despondency.
Upon entering the city, Baili An realized that her deliberate landing outside the city was indeed an unnecessary effort.
At this moment, the city is crowded with cultivators from various regions. They are dressed differently, and both sides of the long street are lined with shops, with the inn almost filled to capacity.
