The gate opened, revealing a bustling ancient street inside.
A long street stretched ahead, framed by vendors' stalls lining the road every few meters. Each stall, varying in size, was crafted from wood, and above them hung red lanterns on either side, their warmth illuminating the entire street without any sign of modern lighting.
The dozens of stalls were not overly crowded but certainly not quiet.
Mu Qian, holding an excited Mu Xiao, walked in while Wen Jiaren took out her dagger and strapped it to her waistband in a prominent position. Master had mentioned that she had a loyal follower who had escaped disaster years ago.
Before leaving prison, Ruan Mei had admonished Wen Jiaren to find this person who could greatly assist her on her journey. On the path of the Xuan Dao, Wen Jiaren was but a novice with no connections or resources. If an experienced elder were to guide her, she would avoid many detours.
