One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Linjiang, a county town named Zouhu.

At this time, the sky is slightly flawed, and the thin clouds disperse, revealing the city’s white walls, grey tiles, and forest of wooden buildings.

A grey-beaked white-feathered bird swoops down from the towering city wall, skimming over the undulating urban area below, and lands on a tower in the center of the city.

Below the tower is a square paved with blue stone slabs.

The square is spacious. It seems that there was a heavy rain last night; a thin puddle in the low-lying area is very clear, reflecting the rolling thin clouds in the sky.

Although it is still early, and the sky has not completely brightened yet, there are already quite a few people gathered in the square.

These people are all dressed in tattered clothes, their faces pallid.

They hold clay or wooden bowls over their heads, their sleeves hanging down, revealing their dirty arms inside.

In the center of the crowd, there is a temporary wooden platform. On it stands a burly middle-aged Daoist with thick limbs, dressed in a dark yellow Daoist robe. The Daoist’s face is ugly, with a highly protruding Heavenly Spirit, and his eyes are bright and spirited. In his left hand, he holds a Talisman, and in his right, a Peach Wood Sword, his feet positioned in the Seven-star Step.