Meihua Village, being the largest and most prosperous city in the Eight Immortals River Basin, was not the kind of luxury that Jiang Yuebai had imagined. Instead, it was filled with the simplistic charm and calm of a riverside town.
Jiang Yuebai walked within it, her pace and mood both slowing, gently inhaling the fragrance of plum blossoms and appreciating the beautiful scenery.
Meihua Village had a vast area, with river channels spread throughout the city. Merchants steered their boats and set up stalls on either side of the river. For low-level cultivators, a small boat was sufficient for traveling.
Walking onto the arched bridge, flags fluttered on the street ahead, bustling with pedestrians, and the noise of vendors never ceased, chaotic yet lively. Jiang Yuebai saw many sights not seen elsewhere.
So many puppets!
Almost every cultivator on the road was accompanied by wooden or iron puppets, some human-shaped and some beast-shaped, following like spiritual pets.
