The palace stood there, like a mountain, neither too far nor too near.
Duan Yun had already been in Fusang for a while and had come into contact with many Fusang customs and killed many Fusang people. He had some understanding of Fusang.
And his basic impression of Fusang architecture was stinginess.
Whether it was Fengwu City when he first landed on the island, or Biqi City, considered a prosperous city in Fusang, they both gave a cramped and stingy feeling.
Or rather, like larger villages.
This was quite similar to the situation of Martial Arts in Fusang, where the battles between Martial Artists and Ninjas of two villages in Fusang could be called war.
For instance, when Duan Yun first started out, he killed a demon monk from Dusk Temple, causing nearly all members of two gangs to slaughter each other to death. The number of casualties could indeed be considered a famous battle here.
But this moment, the palace before him gave him a completely different feeling.
