Seeing the vast, emaciated crowds all around him, Qin Fang felt as if he had been transported back a year to his days living among the refugees.
But he quickly shook his head, casting aside the strange feeling.
He sprinted along the mountain path outside the city wall as if it were level ground. Xile followed close behind, moving just as effortlessly.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the banks of the Chujiang River.
The waters of the Chujiang River surged and roared.
At that moment, a great number of boats were on the Chujiang River, but they all kept their distance from the shore and didn't approach. It was impossible to tell what they were doing.
From his current position, the docks inside the city were not directly visible.
He looked up at the ramparts of the city tower hundreds of meters away. Numerous Soldiers stood there, longbows in hand, vigilantly scanning the River Surface.
