Mi Lan and the other two touched down about two miles outside the town and then set off on foot toward the settlement.
As the sun sank in the west, the town of Xihai before them appeared small, comparable in size to Yijia Town, yet it fell far short of the latter in prosperity. There were no guards at the gates, and the three of them walked in effortlessly.
Standing on the dilapidated street, Mi Lan cast his gaze forward. On either side were scattered shops, along with a few fishermen manning small stalls hawking fish and shrimp, and the air was thick with the stench of fish.
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