Ji Man walked through this Wallless City, following the river upstream.
The mountain was groomed; the rugged parts were shaved or filled to accommodate countless dwellings.
Ji Man noticed a large portion of the houses were vacant and dilapidated, standing on the streetsides unmanaged.
The people in the city were indeed different from the tribes on the plains. They were often much stronger, with robust bones and a cold, sharp gaze. Their weaving techniques were still crude, and their clothing simple, but the swords and knives they carried were exquisitely forged. Everyone carried a sharp weapon.
Many bore wounds and their clothes were stained with old blood, yet Ji Man saw no scenes of fighting for the time being.
No tribe on the plains had such a proportion of cultivators, but Ji Man realized the girl was right; this was not truly a city. They had not collectively formed anything; they were solitary individuals.
