Sister, Please Watch Your Words
Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Eighth Palace…
In the endless wilderness, a few desolate weeds sparsely adorned the barren ground, tenacious yet helplessly swaying to the wind.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, a few wisps of smoke curled up, adding some life to the dead silence.
This was a small town.
Well, it was originally.
It could no longer be called a town because the average population that settled there all year was estimated to be less than 50 households.
At best, it was considered a poor little village.
Although scarcely populated in the past, this village had seen better days.
The past Spiritual Cultivators were countless beyond measure, each with their respective unique abilities, saying the least.
It was because those who came to this place stayed on forever.
Among the ordinary people who did not qualify to live in the city, the Eighth Palace was the most famous among tens of counties nearby.