The Black River District was not far from Kakin Town, roughly two hundred kilometers away. By modern highway, it would have been only a three-hour drive, but in an ancient civilization that could not use machinery, getting there was much more troublesome.
All the town's Blood Horses had been taken away by the lieutenant, so they could only rent a local Cloud Curl Beast. It was somewhat similar to a horse, though larger, but the two-hundred-kilometer road was winding and ran mostly along rural paths. In many places, the ponies had to lead the mounts carefully on foot, greatly delaying their journey.
The Origin Project had planned to arrive in one day, but it ended up taking two. It was nearly noon on the second day before Chen Shanshan and the others finally reached the camp beside the Black River.
It was a self-built military town. Its scale was actually not small, appearing at first glance to be about half the size of Kakin Town, but today, it looked rather strange.
It was the middle of the day, yet the town was shrouded in a thin mist and its lamps had been lit early. The scene had a hazy, eerie quality to it.
The group exchanged glances and secretly reached for their weapons, remaining on guard.
They cautiously entered the town.
"This mist is rather strange."
After they entered, Yang Rui frowned deeply as he looked around.
The terrain here was not the sort of valley where miasma frequently formed. Although the Black River was relatively large, it was not by the sea. Fog in broad daylight was truly abnormal.
Yet inside, things seemed much more normal.
The lamp-filled town was brimming with life. People streamed through the streets, and amid the faint mist, the residents seemed accustomed to this