Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

The next day, the Water Transport Guild’s boats gradually approached Xiangfeng Prefectural Capital. From afar, the busy wharf could be seen for miles, with ships constantly coming and going.

The river channels were full of fishermen busy hauling their catch.

Seeing the constant stream of boats, Yang Ling suddenly understood why Xiangfeng Prefectural Capital was even more prosperous than Changhe Prefectural Capital — it could support three Third-Rate sects.

“This place has better geography. The tributaries of the Tianyuan River move far more cargo every day. At least three to four times what Changhe Prefectural Capital handles.”

With a thought, Yang Ling began checking the Status Panel of every person on the wharf from a distance.

Many of the workers hauling cargo, wearing the Water Transport Guild disciple uniforms, had Levels, which meant they were players.

“Seems like players born here have it a bit better off.”

Zhang Wei came up beside Yang Ling, his complexion restored to normal.

He had eaten meat from the Crimson Blood Salamander, which replenished some Vital Qi, and Eunuch Xu had given him special treatment, so his wounds were no longer a major concern.