The night stretched on, tense and restless.
Few managed to find any real sleep.
But Bai Zihan didn't waste a second.
After putting everyone in order and giving out tasks, he turned his attention to gathering information—specifically, everything about the city and the world he was in.
Even if it seemed odd for someone to ask such basic questions about a place he was supposedly from, he didn't hold back.
Hong Tao sat cross-legged near the fire and began explaining.
The city he was teleported to was called Ironmist.
Once a bustling trade hub, it had grown around a large mining operation just beyond the outer walls.
Mostly iron, but some veins contained useful alchemic minerals, which attracted cultivators and merchants alike.
The city had even hosted a minor sect branch at one point, though they had withdrawn a year ago.
Ironmist was divided into three distinct layers: the Outer City, Middle Ring, and Inner City.
