Having grown accustomed to the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, the uniquely charming scenery of the Southern Border truly made one reluctant to leave.
After crossing a not particularly high mountain ridge and passing through a long, narrow valley, the two of them saw a stockade nestled at the foot of the mountain.
"This stockade is called Heavenly Water Village. It stands at the border of the five tribes' territories, and it's also the closest stockade to the Central Plains. That's why there are inns and such here. Whew, we can finally eat something different. I'm sick of roasted meat after all these days."
"Heavenly Water Inn. This is the place."
The waiter warmly welcomed the two of them, and under his guidance, they took their seats at a table.
They ordered several Southern Border specialties, along with a pot of its distinctive rice wine, then lowered their heads and began eating heartily.
Seven-Li Stockade was far from Heavenly Water Village. On foot, even strong young men would need to walk nonstop for three Shi Chen, and that was only in good weather. When the weather was poor and the mountain paths slippery, arriving in four Shi Chen would already be considered good.
Of course, this was nothing to Li Wan'er and Xiao Bai. As cultivators, they rode their magical artifacts through the air, avoiding the winding mountain roads. Following Xiao Bai's casual directions, they spotted the enormous stockade nestled amid a beautiful mountain range after just a quarter of an hour.
Seven-Li Stockade was prosperous. From its outward appearance, it was no less impressive than an ordinary city in the Central Plains. Along the roads within the stockade, Miao youths carrying firewood could be seen everywhere, as well as Miao girls fetching water at the foot