The First Heir

On the westernmost side of the city, Philip found a mountain gate that looked vague and mysterious.

When Philip and the others landed, they finally had a good feel of the environment here. A dry wave of heat rushed over them, and the sunlight burned their skin. They were surrounded by loess and ruins. It was as if a great war had happened here.

There were four entrances and exits in the city. Philip and his gang landed on the small apron outside the east gate.

After they landed, a local tour guide approached and asked in a local accent, “Hello, everyone, are you here for a holiday or to participate in the Mystic City Competition?”

Philip glanced sideways at Fennel, who said with a smile, “Holiday…”

The tour guide immediately said cheerfully, “My name is Doggo. I’ll bring you into the city for a rest.”

Philip glanced around. Many groups of people were dressed up like they were here for business and seemed to be discussing with other tour guides too.

“Sure,” Philip replied.

entered Mystic

vendors selling food and souvenirs, as well as some stones and local jade. There

not say anything but covered themselves up tightly as if they

had almost figured out the situation here. There was a patrolling station nearby that should be responsible for maintaining the law and order here. However, the patrolling station

rest. This is my business card. If you have any questions or want to

sat down and glanced at the business card and

seemed to be in his early 20s. His freckled face was flushed and

smiled, took out a banknote, and handed it

immediately excited. His eyes widened as he said with a smile, “Thank you,

it rich!

and the others sat down and ordered tea and

think of this place?” Philip