This city is not small at all.
Zhou Ping'an pondered and soon grasped what the situation on the other side was like.
No wonder Bai He had urged him not to go there unless absolutely necessary.
From his description, one could tell that it was probably more chaotic over there, even more so than in the Great Yu Dynasty.
A martial artist without a background, if possessing anything valuable, would likely be unable to keep it.
They might be robbed by demons, or coveted by their own kind.
Of course, there were hardly any folks to call one's own.
Bai He had been chased everywhere, seeking an opportunity to escape here—only if one had immense strength to make everyone fear them.
Otherwise, there was only one good path to take.
That was to keep a low profile and obey others' commands.
"This world, crows of the same color; nowhere is a paradise."
Zhou Ping'an sighed inwardly.
...
"Brother, we have received a message from Guangyun."
