"Do you know where Feng'an City is?"
"No."
"What about Yin Mountain Prefecture?"
"Don't know that either."
"Then where exactly is this place? You should at least know that, right?"
"To be honest, I still don't." Old Yang's gaunt face was full of embarrassment. "We named this place Black Wind Gully ourselves, just to make it easier to refer to. So..."
"Then how did you know that three-headed fox was called a Calamity Demon?" Chen Mu frowned.
"Before coming to Black Wind Gully, I stayed in another mountain stronghold. Someone there mentioned Black Wind and Calamity Demons, the two great scourges." Old Yang did not hide anything. "Later... that large stronghold was destroyed in a Calamity Demon disaster. I wandered for several years before finally finding this peaceful gully."
"I just never expected..." Old Yang shook his head, his expression complicated.
After coming back to himself a while later, he added, "Back in the stronghold, there were rumors of great cities and prefectural capitals, but no one could say where they were. Mostly, people just treated them as something to hope for."
Chen Mu's expression immediately darkened.
He had been sent to some barbaric wilderness.
Forget returning to the world of the living—finding Feng'an City would probably be difficult enough.
Three days later.
At the entrance of a white thatched Wooden Cabin halfway up the eastern slope of the gully.
Chen Mu leaned against a pillar at the edge of the veranda, staring through the thin mountain mist at the people busily harvesting millet below.
After repeated conversations and inquiries, he had confirmed that he was completely cut off from Feng'an City.
This was a wholly untamed region. Forget great cities or prefectural capitals; even somewhat larger fortified settlements were rare.
Whenever he thought of the round-faced waiter who