"Does Xihu City even have cultivators? It seems I came to the right place."
Thoughts swirled in Lu Yuan's mind, and many ideas and plans emerged.
Not long after.
The truck carrying Lu Yuan and the other person slowly drove into an old district on the outskirts of the city and finally stopped at an unremarkable repair shop.
Lu Yuan got out of the vehicle and looked around, finding that compared to the towering buildings of the city center, the buildings in this district were generally low and dilapidated.
Even the ground was uneven, with lots of garbage and debris piled up by the roadside.
Wei Dong's repair shop was a small three-story standalone building.
The first floor was the store front, the second floor was a parts warehouse, and the third floor was where they ate and slept.
"In Xihu City, every inch of land is precious; someone like me can only stay in a place like this."
Wei Dong said self-deprecatingly, sounding a bit desolate.
