After thanking the innkeeper, Xiao Yifei walked somberly along the streets of this unfamiliar small town. He noticed that the town seemed not far from the Ten Thousand Mountains, located at the edge of the range. The town's layout was quite simple, with two rows of houses lining both sides of the road, mostly shops and inns.
It appeared that this town was a resting stop for herbal merchants entering and exiting the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains to gather ginseng, medicines, or mountain goods. The town was bustling with people coming and going, merchants wandering the streets, very lively.
Recalling his days in the Ten Thousand Mountains, Xiao Yifei thought of how Huaxia was suffering from the ravages of war. He didn't know how the war had progressed these past few months, so he grabbed a passerby to inquire about Huaxia's recent situation.
"Old brother, how is the war going these few months?" Xiao Yifei asked a middle-aged man with a kindly face.
