A large group of cultivators running to this forsaken place, seeking brothels... hmph, seeking opportunities.
This truly broadens one's horizons.
The entire Qingzhou Prefecture was desolate upon arrival; before even entering the city, the walls were dilapidated, and there wasn't even a city gate.
Inside the city, the residences were overgrown with weeds, the old houses' tiles were crumbling, and there was no sign of life.
If not for these coming and going cultivators, this place would indeed be a ghost town.
The two of them found a rundown tea house to sit in; the thatched roof above had long been empty, leaving only a few supports.
Huangfu Liang once again touched the Big Gourd, lifted it to his lips, and took another swig before looking at Han Yu.
"This place has always been a dead city; surely you know that?"
Han Yu looked genuinely bewildered; this place was in the Northern Border, and he, as someone from the Southern Border, indeed didn't know!
