At this time, nightfall has gradually approached.
The wandering guests of Jianghu formed groups of threes and twos, but as the night deepened, fearing they might encounter the Black-Faced Bat King, they grouped into teams, with seven or eight people as a unit.
Li Xian, following the map, broke away from the crowd. He took Rofei Yan out of the mountains and wilds, sneaking into the eastern "Silk Family Town" of Brocade City.
From a distance, cotton bloomed for miles. The feng shui and climate here are very suitable for cultivating cotton, melons, and fruits. Li Xian thought, "Actually, just looking at the land and resources... Qiong Heavenly Mansion is wealthier than my previous life. There are many lands yielding three or two harvests, but most of the money flows into the pockets of the aristocratic families. In this regard, there is not much difference. Everyone is like this, whether a thousand or ten thousand years… it probably won't change."
