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

they entered the city, Philip noticed the local customs and culture. The streets were 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

would not say anything but covered themselves up tightly as if they were afraid of

was a patrolling station nearby that should be responsible for maintaining the law and order here.

have any questions or want to go anywhere, please contact me and I’ll come over at once,” Doggo

and glanced at the business card and

face was flushed

smiled, took out a

eyes widened as he said with a smile, “Thank you,

it

others sat down and ordered tea and

you think of this place?” Philip