The group and their cat set down their luggage and went out for a stroll.
Yan City was not far from Bai City. Chen Shu, Chen Banxia, and the sisters had all visited before, back when its fame was at its peak and the crowds were thick every day. Later, people grew tired of commercialized ancient cities that all looked alike. Stories of tourists being fleeced and unscrupulous guides damaged its reputation, and visitors gradually dwindled. If anything, it had become a little more peaceful.
Commercialized or not, those were the games people of this era played. They had nothing to do with the Ancient City itself.
Good reputation or bad, none of it affected her. At most, it affected some of the people who came. She had sat here quietly for over a thousand years, amid a thousand years of human life. How many generations had she seen come and go? Even the Gods of a thousand years ago had probably fallen by now.
That was why Chen Shu liked to set all that clutter aside and look at her for what she was.
Climb the mountain in the middle of the Ancient City, and you could see tiled roofs stretching together beneath the sun, a plain blue-gray, the color of history, all the way to the edge of sight. From up there, none of the signs below were visible. Silver jewelry and local-specialty shops, drum sellers, bars, and restaurants all became nothing but stretches of tiled roofs, composing one vast scroll.
A thousand years ago, she had probably looked much the same.
"Wow..."
Zhang Suannai let out a sigh of wonder.
Beside her, Chen Shu said, "If you flew over this place on a sword, it would feel incredible!"
"Are we allowed to fly?"
"Tickets cost anywhere from