Baolong Prefecture appeared long and narrow on the Great Qi map, shaped like a bent arm. It bordered Cangshu and Changming Prefectures to the west and Le'an, Qiuyang, and Yinqiao Prefectures to the east.
Wayao Town was one of countless utterly ordinary towns. Ordinary from head to toe, inside and out.
As its name suggested, the people here made their living by firing bricks and roof tiles.
But being ordinary in Qi was different from being ordinary in other small states.
Being able to live well just by working hard was already a dream come true for many people.
Following the information Lin Youxie had given him, Jiang Wang found a medium-sized kiln west of Wayao Town.
In front of stacks of neatly piled gray tiles, a group of people carried them back and forth. There were both men and women, though the men were in the majority. The men were mostly bare-chested, their muscles smeared black with soot. The women wore coarse, hard-wearing clothes and wrapped their hair in headscarves whose original colors had long since become impossible to tell. A few looked even sturdier than the men.
Jiang Wang watched carefully for quite a while before his extraordinary vision as a transcendent cultivator finally picked out Zhang Cuihua—
She was an utterly ordinary village woman, merely a little slimmer than the other women working alongside her, and thus not quite as stout. Her face was a little cleaner, too... but still, she could hardly be called pretty.
In the literal sense, transcendent cultivators had surpassed the mortal world.
Any transcendent cultivator, even one as deluded as Zhang Hai or as depraved as Ge Heng, could easily live a life of luxury far beyond that of ordinary people.
Chu Mi was already a cultivator of the Outer Tower realm,