Wuling City was vast.
Yang Jin's residence, in particular, was located on the very edge of the Outer City, a great distance from the Inner City.
Normally, one would need to ride a horse to travel all the way to the Inner City from here.
But Su Mu had no horse to ride. And, not wanting to attract attention, he relied on his own two feet, slipping quietly through street after street. By the time noon approached, he had finally reached the Inner City of Wuling.
He had always heard people talk about the distinction between Wuling City's Inner and Outer Cities, but it had never left a direct impression on him.
Today, however, the journey had given him a profound understanding.
The closer he got to the Inner City, the wider, cleaner, and livelier the streets became. Even the pedestrians seemed more vibrant and full of spirit.
His feelings deepened, especially when he laid eyes on the walls of the Inner City.
