Stepping out from the Teleportation Gate, Gu Xi looked around. He found himself standing on a busy street.
It seemed that he had entered through a public teleportation gate on a street, and thus ended up at a public teleportation gate on the street as well.
However, as Gu Xi glanced around, he wondered about the snow piled on either side of the street.
He clearly remembered that Bailian City was in the southern marsh and lake region, where it never snowed all year round.
But the thick snow before him clearly indicated a northern, frigid region.
Looks like he was out of Bailian City.
Nevertheless, he finally returned to his territory.
Gu Xi thought for a moment and then found a place akin to a newsstand.
He first glanced at the newspapers and magazines in the newsstand, then turned his gaze to a white candle standing among a pile of miscellaneous books on the newsstand.
At this moment, an old man sitting in the newsstand lifted his head slightly.
