Dawn broke, and the morning light was faint.
The South City Gate of Shangjing City.
Jin Xu and his three companions appeared here after traveling through the night.
Days had passed, and the collapsed city wall had been repaired, but the color difference between the new and old sections was starkly obvious.
It was clear that the repair of the city wall had been rushed.
Now, the control at the gate was not as strict as when Xu Qian had first arrived. At this hour, scattered merchant caravans and cultivators were already lining up at the gate.
The four Taoists naturally walked to the back of the queue and followed suit.
The queue moved forward in an orderly yet slow manner, and since there were not many people, it took less than fifteen minutes for Jin Xu's group to reach the front.
