Time flew by swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed.
For the powerful beings of this world, twenty years were inconsequential, as it was but a flick of the fingers in their long lives.
However, for the Mortal Clan, and particularly for the short-lived human race, twenty years was nearly a generation's time, enough for a newborn child to grow into a qualified warrior.
It had been twenty years since the establishment of Suiming City. Even though Pei Xuanjing hadn't actively recovered human tribal lands in the past two decades, a steady stream of humans had been coming to the city. The city had expanded its borders continuously, growing several times larger. Now, with a population exceeding two hundred thousand, it could be considered a small tribe.
Aside from the human race, other Mortal Clans had also entered Suiming City. Pei Xuanjing did not reject them, as long as they abided by the rules; there was no need to exclude them.
