Mortal City today.
Was destined to go wild.
After the rainy season, the factions that arrived in Mortal City each had their own aims. Many, for instance, had only heard of the Mortal Domain after it destroyed the Pill Sect and had come this time to feel it out.
But then...
Once they arrived, they too found themselves swept up in the frenzy.
No one could hold themselves back.
It was a feast of madness.
The Jiangbei Wasteland.
Ten rest stations established by the Mortal Domain for trade associations dotted the wasteland. There were not many, but Skeleton Horses were fast enough that the stations could be spaced far apart.
They mainly served the major factions.
As for stations catering to ordinary trade associations, those needed to be more closely spaced. That slice of the pie could go to the factions of Northbank City. They had to leave something for everyone else.
At every station owned by the Mortal Domain.
"Mortal Domain Level One Trusted Factions" could stay for free.
The sky gradually darkened.
Quite a few factions had decided not to attend the Auction several days later.
They arrived in the afternoon.
After buying Skeleton Horses, they hurried to a Mortal Domain station before nightfall. Every extra stretch of road covered counted. The sooner they brought the Skeleton Horses home, the sooner they could make money.
They could earn more eerie stones.
"There's a Mortal Domain station up ahead."
The Middle-Aged Man riding a Skeleton Horse glanced at another behind him and grinned. He stopped outside the station and shouted, "We need lodging!"
Soon—
A white-haired elderly man emerged from the building.
"We're the King Clan, a Mortal Domain Level One Trusted Faction."
The Middle-Aged Man took a token from his robes. "Does that mean we can stay for