White-Bone Bodhisattva Paints Beautiful Human Skin

Yuan'an City.

At the junction of four counties, it had few mountains and mostly flat land, and its finances were quite prosperous.

Yuan'an City was Ji Wuhou's fief. Officially, he had no authority to administer it, but no one dared provoke a Mahayana Stage cultivator. In private, many of the local officials were related to the Ji family, so his word carried great weight here.

Ji Wuhou took taxation and corvée labor very lightly. He returned the silver he received straight back to the people, using it either to repair roads or build bridges. Over time, Yuan'an City became a major transportation hub. Merchants came and went, and the people's lives grew increasingly prosperous.

Today, Yuan'an City was unusually quiet. There were few people in the streets and alleys, and those who did appear hurried along, either rushing home from the medicine shops or hurrying out to the street of food, drink, and amusement.

Those were the places of dazzling lights and wine, open for business every day until the rooster crowed.

They were legitimate establishments because they paid taxes.

Ji Wuhou landed with a dark expression and muttered inwardly, This is ridiculous. In such a huge city, it would have been bad enough if there were hardly any people, but there was not even a single soldier standing guard at the city gate.

This was unreasonable!

His heart pounded uneasily. When he saw Yang Dian's livid expression beside him, guilt suddenly welled up inside him.

Could it be that Qin Shiwen had truly gone mad, to the point of committing such heinous acts against the entire city's people?

He drew a deep breath and spread his divine sense, investigating the nearby residences. It would have been fine if he had not looked, but the moment he did, his eyes