This was the first day Ning Fan arrived in the Northern Barbarian Country.
When the sea ship docked, it was already nighttime. Gazing around, there were already thousands of vessels resting at the harbor, and his arrival did not attract the attention of those ashore.
The harbor wasn't dark, as the Northern Barbarian Country was a land blanketed in snow, and the snow night illuminated by moonlight wasn't too dark; several thousand sea ships lined the coast, their lights stretching for dozens of miles, further brightening the night here; ashore, it was even more brightly lit, with several markets operating here, bustling with people and lively even at night.
Ning Fan stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the myriad lights onshore, feeling as if in another world. Caught in the blood-filled cultivation world, it had been a long time since he felt the peace and harmony of the human realm.
