The Sword Saint was tired and sat down on a stone block outside the city gates.
Zheng Fan sat next to him, pursed his lips, feeling somewhat thirsty; the lamb pie was a bit salty.
"These houses are built outside the city. What if enemies attack the city?" the Sword Saint asked.
"There's a saying: keep the enemy outside the national gates."
"Indeed, it's much more gallant than before; no wonder you're a lord now."
"Indeed."
Right in front of where Zheng Fan and the Sword Saint were sitting, there was a large living area with many tents set up.
Inside, it was mostly women in charge of doing laundry and cooking, with some elderly and children bustling about.
"Actually, there is still room for many more people inside the city," the Sword Saint said.
Snow Sea Pass is vast, truly vast, capable of accommodating a large population.
"There always needs to be some distinction."
"I remember you once told me that all people are born equal."
