The third day of the twelfth month.
All matters were ill-fated.
On the grassland oasis northwest of the Ancient City Ruins, a young man ambled over slowly, casually sweeping his gaze around him. He did not seem to care much about the dangers that might be lurking nearby.
He wore a white tank top, gray shorts, and a pair of clacking wooden clogs. He occasionally waved the palm fan in his hand. His steps looked slow, but in truth, he was not moving particularly fast either, strolling around as though he were at home.
Beihu Town had not brought Jiang Qiao any great surprises.
The story Baly had told could only count as a bit of local trivia to pass the time during a boring journey.
Besides, so many years had passed. He had only heard it from the older generation, and much of the content had probably long since become distorted. On top of that, the other party had been far too low-level, so extracting any information from it was basically impossible.
The same went for the ruins before him.
Although two thousand years of wind, sand, and time had endowed them with a mysterious aura and an irresistible urge to explore them,
now that he had actually arrived, Jiang Qiao did not have particularly high expectations.
The only thing that interested him was probably the well in the center of the ancient city. When he had swept his gaze over it just now, he had unexpectedly discovered that there were still fish inside!
Moreover, those fish looked peculiar, completely unlike any fish he had ever seen.
How strange!
The well was open neither to rain from the sky nor to rivers in the middle, and it did not connect to underground currents below. It was a completely rootless