What Aisha called Anya City—the city where the lords lived, where anything was available for purchase—was actually just a small border town.
That was right. This time, Zhang Yang confirmed it: he had finally reached the border of Zhao Xianyu's kingdom.
Thinking about it, the kingdom's territory was truly vast. He had no idea how far it stretched from north to south, but its east-to-west distance was no less than three thousand li.
Anya City was not large, but it was extremely prosperous—unnaturally so. The people lived and worked in peace, commerce flourished, and the city was also an important military stronghold.
There were about three thousand soldiers stationed there, as well as a temple. Usually, that meant one High Priest, fifteen Apprentice Priests, and five Divine Officials.
However, Zhang Yang did not find any soldiers searching for or hunting him down at Anya City's entrance.
"This is an adventurer's paradise. The king encourages soldiers and civilian adventurers to cross the border and go to the Lost Land to hunt demonic beasts and Fiendish Ghosts. A first-rank demonic beast can usually be sold for a Storm Gold Coin in Anya City. It's just a pity that demonic beasts are too dangerous. Otherwise, I would definitely go stake my life for wealth, just like you great adventurers."
The man speaking with great animation was a caravan worker. He was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and his name was Nader. He had fallen gravely ill on the road and had consequently been abandoned by his caravan in a small town 120 li from Anya City, left to fend for himself.
At the time, Zhang Yang had been planning to test Aisha's abilities and, incidentally, find a free guide. Thus, while Nader was practically on the verge of death and unconscious, Aisha displayed