Dongling City.
Between the east and west banks of the river, only a suspension bridge two zhang wide connected them.
Beneath the suspension bridge flowed the Nu River, which split Dongling City cleanly in two.
The Nu River had earned the character "Nu," or "Rage," because its waters were extraordinarily turbulent, its undercurrents swift, and its hidden reefs densely scattered.
The river was filled with waves like white foam.
Walking across the suspension bridge, even during the dry season of winter, one could hear the unusually swift waves crashing against the reefs and rock walls below.
Against the hard reefs and rock walls, the waves were instantly smashed into froth like snow-white foam.
Jiang Ning raised his head and looked at the towering city walls ahead, secretly marveling at the perilous natural advantages of the eastern bank.
Dongling City, as its name implied, lay amid mountainous hills.
It had been built according to the naturally treacherous terrain.
The raging Nu River had nearly cut off any possibility of attacking the eastern district by water.
And the only connection to the eastern district was that suspension bridge, merely two zhang wide.
Once the bridge was raised, there would be no way into the city.
Not to mention that the eastern district had taken advantage of the perilous riverbank terrain to construct walls as high as twenty zhang.
Walls of such height were practically impossible even for birds to cross.
Only in a feudal world where an individual's great strength belonged to themselves could such a thing be achieved.
Jiang Ning crossed the three-zhang-wide suspension bridge, paid the entry fee at the gate to enter the eastern district, and only then stepped into the eastern district, where every inch of land was worth gold.
He walked down the broad streets.
"Steamed cakes!