Guxian Town was located in a remote area, one had to traverse through several large mountains in the Henggong Range filled with evil spirits and fraught with danger in order to enter the town. Apart from merchant caravans or those who lived in the mountains, few would venture here.
Zhuge Jian was a foreigner, and naturally, when he arrived in Guxian Town, he attracted many glances.
On the streets, the townspeople each paused their work, their eyes fixed on this outsider who had come from the mountains.
Some were holding teapots, drinking directly from the spout, yet their eyes followed Zhuge Jian's figure as he moved.
Groups of three or five stood on the streetside, holding pickaxes and chatting while their heads turned following Zhuge Jian's shadow.
Under the eaves, a woman sewing shoe soles raised the needle, rubbed some hair oil on her head, but her gaze was locked firmly on Zhuge Jian.
