Su Han finally arrived at the small city Du Yao had mentioned, but the place was miserably dilapidated.
There were no city walls, only a stretch of tattered fencing that merely marked the boundary, with not the slightest bit of defensive power.
The buildings inside the city were all extremely crude; having even a single brick-and-tile house was already remarkable.
A small city like this, outside the Prison State, wouldn't even count as a village.
"The Prison State is barren and lacks building materials. There are a few resplendent palaces, but those were brought in from outside at great cost. Besides, killing isn't a crime here—many people live with their heads tied to their belts, no tomorrow after today—so no one bothers to spend effort on construction."
Du Yao had guessed what Su Han was thinking and took the initiative to explain.
Su Han nodded without saying much. This was the unique local way of life within the Prison State; he naturally couldn't be bothered to meddle.
