The Zhao Family's trading caravan proceeded smoothly, and there were no tribulation cultivators who dared to rob them, obviously proving the effectiveness of the Zhao Family's reputation.
After a month-long journey.
They finally saw the silhouette of Upper Sun City in the distance. Its city walls had turned even redder than the last time they had seen them, as if they were stained with fresh blood.
The shantytowns outside the city were arranged in an orderly manner, with their own unique pattern and layout. The road to the city was still wide enough to accommodate a giant walking through.
It seemed as if nothing had changed.
But Yu Xian knew that everything here had been overturned once.
Countless beast tides, collapsed Foundation, just the fragmented words from the intelligence reports were enough to imagine the cruelty within.
No. 3 Shantytown.
Zhao Family's Trading Company, the Zhao Family's base in Upper Sun City.
