From the moment their feet set foot on solid land again, the citizens of Winter Harbor must rely on their own hands to fight for a new world in Lion Harbor. www.biquge.info Many of the citizens of Winter Harbor who had been living in abundance complained about their hardships, while the poor and destitute people who were destitute except for their special skills were full of confidence in the new life of Lion Harbor. But no matter what others thought of the orders of the lord of Winterhaven, who had been cold as frost in his twenties, Lilia had always thought that such a mass migration in the middle of winter was simply ridiculous. "Why did he let tens of thousands of people abandon their stable lives and leave their homes in a strange city to start from scratch?" Lilia questioned the heavily armed guards as the Winterhaven Lord's escort stormed the hotel known as Salted Fish and Whistle to evacuate the crowd. She was so emotional that her voice trembled slightly with anger, and her bones clenched with her fists clenched, but fortunately, her always deep teacher stopped her in time, otherwise she would have beaten the unreasonable guard to her ground.

The bustling crowd didn't waste much time and dispersed. Lilia, who jumped off the boarding ladder, took a deep breath of sea salty air, and left the noisy harbor with the white-robed teacher on her arms. Following the plan she had decided upon while she had trouble sleeping on the ship, Lilia settled her teacher in the inn closest to the city gate, a low, small, rough building with only three extremely narrow rooms for travelers to choose from, filled with the musty smell of perennial dampness of wood, and a foul-smelling garbage heap outside the window, far less than the attitude of the innkeeper in the city center and near the port. She didn't want to go through another passive migration, and if the war reached Lion Harbor, she hoped to take her teacher out of the city immediately and continue her path of free practice.

After a hearty meal, Lilia immediately set off for the local arena. Putting aside the shriveled money bag urging her, challenging the strong in the arena is also a compulsory course for her every big city. But the arena of Lion Harbor swept away her good impression of the city. Within the behemoth of the imperial capital, which is not inferior in scale, is a depressed scene that does not match the majestic appearance. The resonance tower carved out of hedron stood alone in the small square for warriors to choose their opponents, and the service desk piled up by Longyan accumulated a thick layer of dust, and the only registrar was lazily sunk in the leather chaise longue, only glancing at Lilia, and continuing to pretend to flip through the scroll, and after a while he began to snore.