Jufeng City
The size of the city surprised Chen Changan.
According to Third Young Master Gu, Jufeng City had nearly ten thousand years of history.
Nearly ten thousand years of history, yet Jufeng City didn't seem all that large.
Chen Changan felt it was probably only about half the size of Famous Sword City, where the Ming Family lived.
"Big brother, do you see?"
"Everything here belongs to the Gu Family."
"Whatever you want to eat, drink, or have, just say the word," Third Young Master Gu said with a grin.
"I don't have to pay?" Chen Changan asked.
"Pay?"
"Don't be ridiculous. All of Jufeng City belongs to the Gu Family. I'd be lucky if I didn't charge them rent—how dare they ask me to pay?"
"I was just so bored in Jufeng City that I couldn't find a single thing to enjoy. So I went out to look for some fun." Third Young Master Gu gave a simple-minded grin.
Hearing him, Chen Changan nodded, but his gaze kept roaming over everything in Jufeng City.
The people here gave Chen Changan a peculiar impression. They were... slow.
Everyone moved at an unhurried pace. Even the street vendors merely sat leisurely to one side; not one of them called out excitedly to hawk their wares.
It was as if their business had nothing to do with them.
"Changan, the people here seem a little different."
"Why do they feel so... fake?" Mu Yunyao asked with a frown.
Chen Changan felt much the same as Mu Yunyao. By "fake," he didn't mean the people were unreal or particularly hypocritical.
Rather, everything they did seemed deliberately arranged.
The passersby walked at an unhurried pace. They never looked around or struck up conversations with anyone.
It was as if the route they walked