At the Wu Mountain Mutual Market, the rainy night was a chaotic cacophony. Torrential rain battered the dense forest, stripping away dead leaves and sending them smashing into rocks and trees along with the mountain wind. PATTER, PATTER. The sound was endless.
Inside the Mutual Market, which was already beginning to take shape, the outlines of the structures were much clearer than before. It genuinely resembled a small town. A twenty-foot-tall wall rose from the ground on all four sides, topped with dozens of sentry forts along its narrow ridge. Bright firelight emanated from within the forts, faintly illuminating several guards clad in armor. Some belonged to the Xiao Family, while others were from the Mountain Race.
