As they approached the town, the first thing Song Yin saw were the irregular walls, with the town gates wide open beneath. He could see many people coming and going, dressed in various attire. Some were driving horse-drawn carriages, others sitting in sedans, and there were also travelers carrying their luggage on their backs.
Mortals!
All of them were mortals!
Unlike the miserable mortals Song Yin had encountered before, the people here seemed to be living quite well, with order and organization.
A divine light flashed in his eyes as he scrutinized these mortals, and he couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. The glow in his eyes then faded, and he turned to Zhang Fei Xuan and Wang Qizheng and said,
"Look at these mortals, all 'Wanren,' representing that there are still places of order in this world. I am very pleased!"
"Yes, indeed..." The two of them smiled unnaturally.
"Good, let's go into the town," Song Yin said cheerfully.
