The dawn scatters, the light flows endlessly.
A few sparrows pecked at the earth in the wasteland beside the city gate, seeking some grass roots and insects.
Fan Wubing and the Mountain God passed by, startling the sparrows into flight.
The city gate was not closed.
The two easily entered Sickness City.
Fan Wubing asked, "Has Sickness City always been like this? No defenses."
The Mountain God replied, "There's really no need for defenses. Lord Envoy, you've seen it yourself, Queyu Mountain is full of Great Demons and Demon Cultivators, but as soon as they approach Sickness City, there's nothing at all. Those guys aren't fools. Outside Sickness City, there's a chance of getting sick, but entering Sickness City, it's certain."
"Certain... are you afraid?"
The Mountain God laughed, "This little god has been on Queyu Mountain for three hundred years and fell sick long ago. Besides, following Lord Envoy, it's not too frightening."
"What illness do you have?"
