We chose a place beside a lake. There were tents that had already been set up, and there were also staff who stayed here to receive the arriving families.
According to Song Buyu, these people are all from the Wang family in northern Xinjiang.
The Wang family of Northern Xinjiang is one of the four major families in China.
It is as famous as the Kong family in the east and the Yu family in the south.
One discipline, five generals, and three marshals.
Occupying more than half of the seats in the highest war department.
Its strength cannot be said to be terrifying.
They need to rest here for one night, and early tomorrow morning, they will enter the outpost in front of Shifang City and join the other families who have already arrived.
Everyone spread out and moved around freely.
Although the Wang family prepared meals, many people brought out dry food and fine wine to eat, and some set up stoves to cook noodles and rice.
Entering the northern border, there are enemies everywhere.
They are unwilling to put their own safety in the hands of others.
However, unlike the Song family, Lu Fan readily accepted the Wang family's reception.
Eating cooked meat and drinking hot milk, a few people gathered around and burst into enthusiastic laughter from time to time. A group of people clapped and applauded.
Compared with the embarrassment of the Song family on the other side eating dry food, they are simply two completely different worlds.
A heaven and a hell.
"Is he really not afraid of poison on these foods and utensils?"
Song Buyu gnawed on the bread and marveled: "I really don't know whether to say he is brave or that he is not afraid of death."
"Perhaps these foods are really okay?" Song Yingyu was a little curious, "How about we go eat some together? It seems like everything is okay."
"Haha, we are not Lu Fan. This guy's physique is different from ordinary people and cannot be compared to us." Song Buyu chuckled.
On the other side, Song Jianming and a group of Song family disciples were squatting on the ground, eating half-cooked noodles and looking at Lu Fan coldly.
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, a large group of people began to march towards Shifang City.
The further we go, the more desolate and barren the scenery becomes.
Strange rocks, gravel, desert, Gobi... They even felt that they had entered the most desolate area in the world.
From time to time, sunlight shines through the car window and onto people's faces.
Not only did it not feel the slightest warmth, but it gave people an extremely strange feeling of discomfort.
"I really didn't expect that the Northern Territory would be so desolate. It feels like we have entered an ancient era, and it does not belong to our world at all."
Song Buyu sighed slightly, he had lived in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time and seldom came to the north of China.
This is the first time I have entered a barbaric land like Northern Xinjiang.
The other members of the Song family also had expressions of regret on their faces. They all regretted not going to Western Xinjiang with Song Jianqiu, but being trapped in this inhospitable place.
In this way, the convoy traveled in northern Xinjiang for another three days.
Finally, in the skyline at the end, a majestic city outline appeared in everyone's sight.
The outline of the city is like a magnificent city falling from the sky! It stands alone at the end of northern Xinjiang. The shadow of the city wall is looming in the haze, exuding a terrifying evil spirit, giving people a surging visual and spiritual impact.
"We're here!" Song Buyu stared at the outline of the city and stretched out his hand: "We're here! If you see no shadow of the city, this is Shifang City, the most peak swordsmanship family in the history of China for thousands of years.
