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 City with

as well as some stones and

people walking around would not say anything but covered themselves up

for a while, Philip and the others 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 here seemed different from those in the

Please have a rest. This is my business card. If you have any questions or want to go anywhere, please contact me and I’ll come over at once,” Doggo took out the crumpled business card with

at the business card and

be in his early 20s. His freckled face was

a banknote, and handed it

widened as he said with a smile, “Thank

He struck it rich! This was

others sat down and ordered

do you think of this place?”