Under normal circumstances, Lu Xun would have never landed unguardedly in the middle of Qingling City's main street like this.
But now that the city was almost empty, he didn't have to worry as much.
Qingling City was said to built upon the shell of the Black Turtle. Well, it was not just a tale, but a truth.
Here, turtles are considered auspicious creatures.
Lu Xun usually walked on the street with his sword sheath, and the turtles freely roaming within Qingling City would bow their heads in salute upon seeing him and his sword sheath.
But now, there were not even any turtles in Qingling City.
After Lu Xun and Mao Nanbei had walked around for a while, he randomly found a chair to sit in, and started checking the forum.
He hadn't checked the forum for several days, first visiting his uncle's house, then there was the Junior Priest matter, and yesterday he was copying Mr. Ink Bamboo's painting. He had been occupied every day and had no time to relax and check the forum's posts.
