Kyushu Xianyang, once the unsurpassed Great Qin, had already turned to ashes in the long river of time, with the faint echo of its ancient Qin winds still lingering among these mountains and forests.
The people of the world could no longer find any trace of its former glory on this land, as the ancient fires had devoured everything, and the gods had buried it all.
Mr. Lu and his group came to this ancient city, casually strolling within, their ears filled with phrases passed down through the ages as if they could once again see that magnificent era.
"Mr. Lu, is the place we're looking for here?" At this moment, Sun Shier, using a Deceptive Technique to disguise himself as a young lad, was hopping and skipping around Mr. Lu, asking.
This was his first time casually touring a human city so freely; because the last visit was on his own, he had been too anxious to linger, but now with Mr. Lu as a guide, of course, he wanted to enjoy himself thoroughly.
