The journey for Chen Qing and his group was much calmer after that.
「Several days later.」
They finally arrived at Dongji City.
This great city, which dominated the easternmost end of Qiu Long Path, was backed by continuous mountain ranges and faced a boundless, azure sea. Its towering walls were built from massive, blue-green sea rocks and had stood firm for a thousand years, unyielding against the erosion of the sea wind.
Even before they drew near, a salty, briny gust of sea wind rushed to greet them.
The city gate was bustling with traffic. Caravans from the inland and boat crews returning from overseas streamed in and out endlessly, creating a hubbub of voices.
Chen Qing and his group were travel-worn. After days of continuous travel and the recent battle, many of their faces showed exhaustion. But upon seeing Dongji City, a spark of curiosity still lit their eyes.
