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Chu Zhiyuan weaved through the rocks and quickly landed on shore, entering a small town.
Within the scope of Insight, the town was only about three miles in diameter, with a few thousand residents, and dried fish were hung out to dry everywhere.
A stench filled the air.
Smoke curled from every household, wafting into the air and suffusing the evening air with the smell of burning wood and the breath of life.
The busiest street in the town was lined with various stalls.
Fish stalls, meat stalls, vegetable stalls, fruit stalls, and some shops selling clothes and cosmetics, along with two grocery stores.
Children ran wild in the streets, and people were beginning to gather to eat in teahouses and restaurants.
Chu Zhiyuan had changed into coarse clothing in advance and applied Disguise Paste to his face, turning it brown, blending seamlessly into the town.
He entered a teahouse in town, sat in a corner, with a wooden plaque hanging from his waist.
