"Yongzhou is a land of brilliance and spiritual people, but do you know where this 'spiritual' part really lies?"
The female voice that spoke was low, as if deliberately creating a sense of mystery.
Several other voices quickly chimed in, "We don't know, why do you ask?"
At a dumpling stall by the roadside, there sat a man who looked like an immortal and a boy who appeared to be around ten years old.
The man, hearing this voice, couldn't help but look up with curiosity; several horse-drawn carriages were parked by the road, the voice was coming from inside one of them.
He had no intention of eavesdropping, yet the voice had sparked his curiosity.
Having successfully whet everyone's appetite, the girl speaking concealed a hint of pride in her tone, and when she spoke again, her voice was even lower than before, though her words carried a trace of fear.
