Under shopkeeper Qian's guidance, the carriage quickly arrived at the southernmost area of Xiuzhou city, next to a low-rise residential house.
There was a narrow alley in front of them. The carriage could not pass through, so they had to get off the carriage and walk.
The alley was dark and unclear, and the houses on both sides were old and dilapidated. When the wind blew, it made a low Wuwu sound, as if it was an old beast that was unable to move, and was letting out a sad cry before its death, adding a bit of desolation.
The ground beneath their feet was uneven and there were large and small pits filled with dirty water. Fortunately, Ling Chuxi and the others 'cultivation levels were not low, so they could see clearly in the night. Otherwise, they might have been splashed with dirty water.
