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.

Mystic City with

full of vendors selling food and souvenirs, as well as some stones and local jade. There were many shops, hotels, and restaurants on both sides of the street. The development of Mystic City seemed

people walking around would not say anything but covered themselves up tightly as if they

a patrolling station nearby that should be responsible for

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

down and glanced at

was flushed and peeling from the sun, but

Philip smiled, took out a banknote, and handed

eyes widened as he said with a smile,

He struck it rich! This

others sat down and ordered

do you think of this place?”