Northern Xia Country.
By the Yan River, Black Mountain County.
A drizzling rain shrouded the riverside dock in the evening dusk.
The merchants and travelers coming and going were preparing to disperse and hurry home before nightfall. Just then, a noisy clamor of gongs and drums suddenly rang out.
A dozen burly men dressed in bizarre, brightly colored clothing and carrying black broadswords were escorting a group of shackled prisoners reeking from head to toe toward the riverbank.
Behind them was a sedan.
At once.
The people who had been about to leave immediately gathered again. Even some people in the distance came over after hearing the commotion, wanting to see what was going on.
In these times.
Anyone who could ride in a car was no ordinary person.
Ever since the Supernatural Revival, fuel had long since become a strategic resource. Even with money, one might not be able to buy any. For a car to take to the road, the Management Committee had to issue a permit, and its route, starting point, and destination had to be reported in advance.
This was called a Travel Permit.
Of course, once your vehicle left, you could choose not to follow the planned route.
But the prerequisite was that you not get caught.
Once you were discovered.
Unless you had connections reaching the heavens, you would definitely undergo a lesson you would never forget.
Because this rule had been established by those with connections reaching the heavens.
As for why?
Everyone in the city wanted to know.
But if they refused to tell you, what could you do?
Just listen and do whatever you were told. Why spout so much nonsense?
As for whether Awakened could ignore the rules?
Of course... they could.
Because the Awakened in Black Mountain County were