Virginia is located in the mountains of western Montana, like a small town forgotten by time.
The town's current permanent population is just over two hundred, with old wooden buildings and faded billboards, everything still retaining the look of the 19th-century gold rush era.
When Qi Yun and his group arrived by car, it was already dusk.
The main road of the town was only about a hundred meters long, with almost no pedestrians on the street, just one or two old taverns and inns with their lights still on.
Four cars parked at the inn's entrance, and the sudden appearance of a few Asian faces made the innkeeper take a second look.
This season was not the tourist season for Virginia, with lots of sand and wind, and foreigners rarely visited this place.
"Give us three rooms," Qi Yun said to the big-bearded owner.
The owner paused his gaze on Qi Yun's face for a few seconds, then scanned over Brother Quan, Xiao Wu, and the others behind him.
