Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Li Muyang and two others stepped into the gates of Purple Immortal Stronghold.
Contrary to the imagined barbarian sacred land, there were no towering and robust samurai to be seen here, nor was there an atmosphere of strict vigilance.
In the sunset, children wearing split pants ran and shouted in the stronghold, followed by several skinny yellow dogs barking persistently.
Barbarian women, strong and robust, sat in groups by the roadside, picking a type of black fruit. They peeled the cracked skin, leaving the inside dry fruit, with their thick fingers covered in the black juice of the peel.
The young and sturdy men of the stronghold were gathered in a small square behind the gate, constantly passing around drink and indulging in it.
With no obstructions, Li Muyang's group effortlessly made their entrance into the stronghold.
At the entrance of the stronghold, there were not even the expected guards.
