It was still Mist Rain Town, but it had changed. It was as if a painting had been seamlessly restored from a tear, or perhaps the Mist Rain Town that had been seen before was only a part of it.
Shi Xiaole felt a headache brewing.
Especially considering the rumors of all the top forces of the Daxia dynasty that had come to explore this place and left without success, his heart grew cold.
He couldn't believe that the people from those top forces were all incompetents who couldn't perceive the strangeness of this place. Perhaps those rumors were spread by the forces themselves?
Mist Rain Town not only seemed larger, it also seemed more vibrant with life, and from time to time, loud and clear birdsong could be heard.
The streets were lined with willows, a thousand steps long, while the lake reflected the city twice over.
