Yiyang Commandery bordered Jingzhou, where Manghuang Mountain was located. Its area was not large, amounting to only one-third the size of Jingzhou. That was saying it was small only in comparison with the other commanderies and provinces of the Yuanfeng Empire.
Compared with Qin Fengming's homeland, the Great Liang Kingdom, it was equivalent to more than a dozen Great Liang Kingdoms. Even they would have found it difficult to compare.
The commandery city of Yiyang Commandery was Yiyang City. It was the beginning of the new year, yet winter snow still adorned the streets and alleys and the rooftops. The festive cheer of the new year had not yet faded. Pedestrians on the streets wore new clothes, their faces bright with celebration.
Qin Fengming stood in the street, looking at the scene before him, but his heart sank involuntarily. Memories from his childhood surfaced in his mind.
By his reckoning, it had already been seventy or eighty years since Qin Fengming had left Qin Family Village. His brothers at home had surely long since passed away. He had no way of knowing who, if anyone, remained in his family now.
After standing in the street for a long while, Qin Fengming finally composed himself and walked into Yiyang City.
Yiyang Commandery was an inland commandery. Although its city walls were tall and imposing, there were no restrictions in place whatsoever. Even so, Qin Fengming did not dare fly through the city on an escape light.
That was because within every city of every commandery and province in the Yuanfeng Empire, experts from the Huangfu Family stood guard. In a provincial capital, there might even be Nascent Soul cultivators.
The rule forbidding the use of spells in front of mortals still remained in force.
After crossing several streets in succession, Qin