Twenty miles of distance for Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu was akin to a normal person walking a mere hundred and eighty steps.
The two flew through the air, arriving outside the human village in but a moment.
The village was indeed large, almost akin to a township.
A simple stone wall surrounded it, enclosing over a thousand thatched huts within. The only stone structure was an iron refining workshop at the center of the village, surrounded by seven massive chimneys reaching twenty zhang in height.
Chu Xisheng observed from afar, noticing over a thousand robust humans laboring nearby.
Their hair was disheveled and dirty, their upper bodies bare, marked with countless whip scars.
In the square before the iron refining workshop, three Moluo Giant Spirits, each about eight zhang tall, were seated.
These three seemed to be the overseers of the village, holding long whips and warily watching the surroundings.
