God of Evil Tongue, Mesolia (Revised)

Eastern Federation, Apalis City. It was a very small city, with a population of only a few tens of thousands. Such small town-like cities could be found everywhere in the Federation, full of rural charm and peaceful lives, without any dramatic ups and downs.

But Apalis was different. For twenty years, it had consistently ranked among the top ten on the "Federation's Top Ten Most Worthwhile Travel Cities" list.

It was neither an industrial and automotive capital like Mihuang City, nor a bustling metropolis like Holy Eagle's Nest. It also lacked the distinctive charm of beautiful cities such as Sweetwater City, Saint Nia City, and Buckeye City.

It had only one source of appeal: ...delicacies.

Apalis was the Federation's recognized "City of Delicacies." Everyone who pursued the pleasures of the palate wished to live here for the rest of their lives.

"Wow, just feel this incomparably wonderful scent."

A colorful bus covered in elaborate paintwork was passing through Apalis's Main Street.

The one exclaiming at that moment was an honest-looking old Black man with a tuft of white beard on his chin. Beside him sat bulging luggage, the most conspicuous item being a large cooking pot.

The old man smiled broadly, baring a mouthful of white teeth as he blissfully inhaled the scents drifting in from every corner of the streets.

Most of the people on the bus were smiling as well. Though they were not as exaggerated as the old man, they were clearly enjoying the atmosphere of the city they were in.

Tang Qi, having changed into a different outfit, sat by the window.

A faint smile also rested on his lips as he looked at the sights along both sides of the street, sights that were difficult to look away from.

They appeared to be passing through