The Green Grain Flying Sword came very close.
The path ahead seemed to get shorter and shorter, and a faint halo appeared at the edge of vision. Chen Yi looked into the distance, yet still couldn't see clearly. As he walked a little closer, it was still as indistinct as before.
As he slowly approached, it felt like passing through a long tunnel, and the faint halo illuminated the building ahead, its outline gradually emerging before Chen Yi's eyes.
An inn?
No,
A market!
