Zhao Kingdom, He City.
This city is only about seventy miles from the Corpse-Driving Sect, the nearest city to it.
The city wall stands at forty to fifty zhang, its surface mottled with rock and etched with the marks of time.
A few robust men in iron armor, carrying longbows, are scattered atop the city wall, but they do not appear very attentive.
They occasionally chat and laugh, pointing at the passersby below; at times, they yawn out of boredom, their eyes somewhat unfocused.
It has been five or six years since the last invasion of Cyan Wolf Ridge, and Zhao Kingdom has returned to a state of peace.
Even during the previous demon invasion, He City was barely affected due to its unique geographic proximity to the Corpse-Driving Sect.
Thus, a certain laxity among the soldiers is inevitable.
"Brother Biao, lend me ten taels of silver, I'll pay you back in two days."
"Go away, all you know is gambling every day. If I lend you money, I'm harming you, understand?"
