Ten days later. Wangxi County.
Fang Han stood atop a low hill, his gaze sweeping over layers of a verdant sea of trees toward the distant silhouette of a city, faintly visible in the morning mist.
'So this is Wangxi County.'
From what he had learned before setting out, the power structure in Wangxi County was quite peculiar, unlike that of Qingyang County.
The entire county was home to dozens of powers, large and small, that were constantly fighting amongst themselves. Yet, not a single one had ever managed to become dominant and ascend to the status of a true top-level influence.
It wasn't because the Martial Artists of Wangxi County were less talented than those in other counties. On the contrary, the martial spirit in Wangxi County was exceptionally strong, and the county was teeming with experts. In terms of the number of Martial Artists at the Third Grade and above, it was by no means inferior to Qingyang County.
