Qinghe City is large, a gathering place for all walks of life, both righteous and evil, with opium dens shrouded in smoke all day, brothels bustling day and night, the sounds of indulgence unceasing.
But for some, Qinghe City is small.
Small to the point of offering hardly any place to stay.
This city is mostly filled with Martial World folks, fighting for treasures in the mountains, for territory profits, with desires swelling, engaging in all sorts of deceit.
Those at the bottom of the Martial World are unwilling to remain at the bottom forever; they come here to try their luck, but luck isn't so easily found.
Here, the commoners have to work like cattle and horses. Aside from dying from exhaustion, being killed is not common, whereas the bottom of the Martial World has it worse—they're either cattle and horses or cannon fodder.
People die in Qinghe City every day, and nine out of ten are this kind of cannon fodder.
