Silver Gate Country.
Bordering Golden Gate Country and crossed by the same Broccoli River, it was surrounded by endless yellow sand beyond the river, making it an extremely inhospitable place to live.
The people who lived here had been poor for generations. Not only were they all sallow and emaciated, but even the children walked barefoot across the scorching sand without so much as a pair of hole-ridden shoes.
This was the third country Fang Yi had passed through.
He had not hurried to Golden Gate Country this time. On one hand, he wanted to let public opinion ferment a little longer so the eventual slap in the face would be more satisfying. On the other, he wanted to see the conditions of these sanctioned countries for himself.
Yet this journey had shown Fang Yi things he could never see in Xia Kingdom.
"Even in such harsh conditions, they still strive to survive. It seems the so-called theory of 'inferior products' is merely the arrogance and complacency of certain cultivators."
"Survival of the fittest was originally nature's choice. Yet humanity did not die at the hands of anomalies, but at the hands of these so-called kin."
"From this perspective, the sanctions imposed by the four countries have actually saved quite a few of them."
Fang Yi noticed that whenever he passed through a country, its people would unconsciously fear him. They feared that so-called cultivators had come to slaughter them.
They showed little reaction in the face of their harsh living conditions, yet every time they saw a cultivator, their faces became those of people facing imminent disaster.
It was obvious.
What they feared was no one else but those reckless Lords who slaughtered innocents and trampled on the lives of the lower class.
No one understood better than these