An ancient town appeared in the distance within Wang Chen's sight.
This place no longer belonged to the territory of Great Qian; he had ridden his big green donkey all the way here, passing through desolate and uninhabited plains. Suddenly seeing such a town, he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship stirring in his heart.
Even for cultivators, unless one reached a completely transcendent level, it was rare for anyone to cultivate in solitude for years on end; normal communication and social interaction were still needed.
Following the path carved by wheel tracks, Wang Chen entered the quaint little town.
The number of buildings in the town was not great, but the blue bricks and black tiles appeared to be quite old. Thick stone slabs paved the ground, and some shops lined the street, which looked quite deserted with few customers.
