Desert.
This was Jiang Qiao's second time here.
There was no sun hanging overhead, yet it was dry and scorching. They said it was because this desert absorbed the heat from the north, leaving the north damp, cold, and covered in ice and snow.
Mingzhou Prefecture was a typical example.
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
Even at its hottest, the temperature only reached thirty degrees, and that lasted for three months. At its coldest, it dropped to minus thirty degrees, lasting six months. But farther north... the temperature returned to normal. Even in the dead of winter, it only fell a few degrees below zero.
It was bizarre.
Why didn't the people of Mingzhou Prefecture migrate? Why insist on living in such a miserable place?
Because it was safe.
Farther north of Mingzhou Prefecture lay an endless stretch of forests and high mountains. Vicious Ghosts ran rampant there, and curses were everywhere. Back then, most of the evil entities in the entire Small World had been driven there.
They couldn't be killed off completely.
And they were different from the Mountain Ghosts of Fengyin Mountain.
The evil entities of the Northern Lands basically couldn't communicate at all. Every one of them was the type to kill indiscriminately.
So yeah.
Don't be fooled by the Small World's modest size. It had no shortage of trouble.
Its population wasn't large.
There was more than enough land.
The City Gods only needed to watch over their people and get by. They had no desire to conquer new territory.
In fact.
Most of the Small World was unoccupied.
It was land where no people, but ghosts, lived.
"This is the place."
They were all powerful, so they naturally traveled very quickly. In just a few minutes, they reached the abandoned ancient