Yan Chihuo walked out through the city gate and turned to look back. The city had already vanished without a trace.
So it really was an illusion!
Yan Chihuo casually picked a direction and strode onward again. There was still nothing at all along the way. Three days later, another city appeared ahead.
When Yan Chihuo arrived before the city gate, he saw a long line snaking outward. People were actually queuing to enter the city—there were roughly several hundred of them.
Yan Chihuo had not seen so much as a ghostly shadow throughout his journey, and he had no idea where all these people had come from. He did not find it strange, though. He merely noticed that the line moved exceptionally slowly. At this rate, they would not get into the city even by nightfall.
Yet no one seemed anxious. They still shuffled ahead at a snail's pace. Yan Chihuo asked an elderly man beside him who looked honest and kind, "Sir, may I ask why entry into the city is so slow?"
The old man gave him a glance and said, "First time coming to Heart-Questioning City, is it?"
"Heart-Questioning City? That is quite a peculiar name. It seems entering this city to temper oneself is the key to overcoming the tribulation," Yan Chihuo thought to himself, but aloud he said, "That's right. This is my first time coming to Heart-Questioning City."
The old man said, "Heart-Questioning City is the only city in the surrounding area. Everyone comes here, and only seven days of each month allow entry, so naturally there are more people trying to get in. And when there are many people, trouble can arise. That is why every person entering the city must be carefully inspected."
Yan Chihuo said, "Wouldn't it be midnight by