Seven hundred li might be a long way for mortals, but for someone like Xu Yuan, who had undergone Mortal Transcendence, it was merely a half-day's journey on foot.
Truth be told, Xu Yuan did harbor some expectations for the Barbarian Tribe Holy City.
However, upon seeing the squat walls that were less than twenty zhang tall, a flash of inexplicable disappointment couldn't help but streak across his eyes.
It was like being accustomed to metropolitan cities, then suddenly returning to a small county town and being told that this was the prime location.
Through the snowflake-free night, Xu Yuan sped along, gazing at the Barbarian Tribe Holy City standing within the vast canyon, and suddenly turned his head to ask Li Qingyan who was beside him,
"Qingyan, after this battle, will we station troops here permanently?"
He thought of the Protectorate of the Western Regions from his past life in the Great Tang.
