The official road bustled with people coming and going.
Due to Qing Town's proximity to mountains and rivers, serving as a crucial hub linking the north and south, the town's population had reached nearly one hundred thousand.
Countless villages surrounded it, scattered across the mountain ranges.
Just approaching within a kilometer of Qing Town, one could smell the stench of rotting flesh; mortals even took the scent of decay as a sign of the town's prosperity.
Merchants from various places, prioritizing safety, preferred to take respite in Qing Town.
Though Qing Town sat on the remote outskirts of the Sword Tongue Sect's territory, it still enjoyed the protection of an Immortal Sect, alleviating fears of demon attacks.
Even as dawn had barely broken, over a hundred people were queuing at the town gates.
According to Qing Town's regulations, merchant caravans could only enter the town with certificates issued by the government, prompting them to rush over early.
